[Jo purses her lips as she looks downwards, gingerly touching her fingers against her abdomen. She distinctly remembers that spot being raw and torn wide open, but the wounds there now are shallow -- bleeding, but not a dangerous amount.]

I think I'm alright, somehow.

[And here she'd thought 'alright' was no longer on the table.]

I'm okay. Sore. Don't think any of these injuries are gonna land me in trouble, at least.