Injured? What, no. I just... I had a mild to not-so-mild freakout when it broke. [More like not so mild. She'd hidden under her bed for half of it and refused to come out.]

... You lost your vision? Balthazar...

[There's concern, irritation, censure, and affection all wrapped up in that tone.]

Why didn't you call me, you jerk? I'm coming over right now.

[After a small detour to the bar.]

Um... where are you?