Altria responds to Tsuruno, but her eyes are still on Wanderer. They're on him much in the same way one would watch a feral cat that is likely to flee when it still needs help; she doesn't want him to go, not when she is still working her way through untangling all of those emotions behind the few short, clipped words he's said to her.

Still, she very carefully tugs off her glove, revealing her hand, which is a bit of a mess; the bones in the middle of it have been crunched, though Altria barely spares it a glance.

"I think maybe it might be broken." You think, Altria? It's pretty obvious. "I'm less sure about my ribs. I just know that it hurts to breathe a little."