Oh.

[ the beat taken there is telling. she's not thrilled. in fact, she's a little terrified. everything she's come up on so far, she's been able to handle with relative ease. no, she didn't love getting shot and injured and nearly killed, but nothing had so completely wiped the floor with her before. ever, that she could remember. she was used to being stronger than, well, anything in a given room.

anderson was humbling. he'd pulled the rug out from under her. ]

All healed up.

[ she says it with a chipper smile. it wasn't entirely true - she had a few days to go before she was back in tippy top shape, but she was managing. the worst of it was over. another beat. that alone wasn't going to fly, she knew. so she relented a little. ]

I mean, I didn't love running into the guy. He really puts the 'fear' in 'fear of God.' But ... You know. I'm okay.