[ Following him inside, she follows the example of wiping off her shoes, trying to dislodge as much snow as she can. There's probably dust everywhere in the house, so she isn't keen on taking off her shoes entirely, but can do her best not to track in more mess. ]

I wish I'd been attacked, I've been itching for something to actually fight here. [ But she's guessing he probably won't share that sentiment. She shrugs off her backpack and leaves it on the floor beside the front door, laying her snowy coat on top of it. ] But no, it's...

[ Well, if her guess is right and he's some sort of medical professional, she's probably not getting out of this line of questioning. Might as well just get it over with. ] Hairline fractures and ruptured capillaries. Both arms.