She'd never go into detail on it, but the girl's seen wounds...although not even on the same plane as Vandal's. Still, the physical appearance is the least of her worries right now. In a second, she's at Vandal's side, her peppy sunshiney attitude only a flicker of light.

"Checking up on you, silly..."

Her voice is weak, much softer than what her normal volume is, although the smile is still there. Her eyes do it no justice, though, as they're trying not to well up in tears. And when Vandal mentions-- oh... she stifles a small laugh.

"He's not THAT little..." She looks up at the bottle, eyes widening slightly.

"I've been practicing."