[ She makes a face at the thought of all that as exercise. God, what a shitty routine that'd be. She slows down as the water gets lower, glancing down at her feet -- yep, definitely some red billowing out in the water around her, hopefully this area isn't too big on sharks. And the higher she gets the more weight they take, so she hovers right where she is. ]

Got any bandaids on you?

[ She asks it without much humor, and takes just a quick glance at the bottom of one foot (which is gross, as she's bad with blood and there was a lot of that going on, so, never going to do that again) and looks over the burn of her forearm, then sighs again. She doesn't even bother to go over the side that slapped the water, that's probably fine. Even if it stings like a bitch. ]

Honestly, I think I forgot what getting hurt feels like. I'll try not to whine. [ She glances over at him, particular attention in looking him over. ] What about you, how bad did it get you?