It's over. I'm fine. Not a scratch. And like you said, it's all bullshit anyway.

*She had turned to the bag where it fell, recognising the tell tale sound. Frowning, she watched him cross the room and when she spoke again, her voice had changed - instead of being bitter about everything, she was clearly very concerned*

What about you? You seem...better.

*Which seemed an odd thing to say because he didn't appear to be very happy. But that was maybe partly her fault too - she hadn't exactly been friendly. She took a deep breath and pushed herself from the wall to head over to him, standing just behind him and gently stretching her hand out to rest on his arm*

Is everything...okay?