Sinthia didn't respond to the list of injuries, while she was glad they were so relatively few; still, the right side of the chest was a bad spot for injuries given the proximity to the heart, and her frustration showed in her picking up speed as they got closer to the helipad. It was turning slowly from anger on her pert to tangible worry, and she fidgeted incessantly, tapping her fingers on the wheel when they were stopped before she could get out. She needed to take a few deep breaths, but the time that would need seemed too precious to take right then.

"Define 'just a scratch'."