The voice made her jump as soon as she heard it, and her eyes shot to the bed where Arthur lay. She lowered the magazine into her lap and straightened up, lips pursing as if chastising him for surprising her, and for his first question in general. But, she wouldn't say anything, because she was busy focusing on oh god he's alive which wouldn't really allow itself to sink in until he was conscious again.

"Not as long as they thought you'd be. A little over an hour. And, considering the shape you were in, at this rate you should be doing jumping jacks before dinner." The levity lasts only a moment longer before her brow furrows and her expression falls.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think -- " She cut herself off, giving a sigh and trying a different approach to her apology. "I think maybe we both underestimated me." A beat, then, as if it excused it. "But, to be fair, you ruined my favorite shirt!"