"Fuck," Abby says blandly, looking him over as he attempts to gesture down the length of his body. Her mind ticks through the possibilities: collapsed lung. Punctured, if he's unlucky enough. That and the ribs, that's- a lot, to have to recover from at once.

She looks at him for a beat, but not because she's suspicious of his question or anything. She's trying to think back, and count. "Yeah," she says eventually, shrugging her shoulders. ... Immediately wincing, "Not- heaps, but more than I'd like.

You ever had one before?"