[The operating theater is accessible now, so she's not too upset over her injury. It could be worse. End justifies the means. It's just a flesh wound. Etcétera. Infamy or not, she does think Veronica punching the shit out of the window was pretty cool, so she offers her a polite smile.]

We would have to be mindful of the remaining glass, but it's not a bad idea. [However, she's not exactly the adventuring type.] ... Although, I must warn you — I'm not sure if I'll be much help getting back up. I wouldn't claim to have... physical prowess, by any means.

[She's a noodle. A stick woman. A girl shaped blob of Jell-o.]