Natalie sighed, but put her food down for the moment to pull her poor battered shirt up to just below her breasts.

There was the old bruise on her stomach, and little nicks and scrapes all over, with a couple of slightly deeper-looking gashes over her ribs on one side that looked like maybe cleaning them up and a bandage wouldn't have hurt things. But nothing that wouldn't heal with time.

"I'm fine."