Oh puhleeze. [She stands up and holds the wounded arm out for him to inspect.] Look, no cuts. I'll get an ugly bruise for like a week and then it'll be fine.

[She might've hammed up the injury to anybody else, really made them squirm with guilt, but it's really disconcerting to hear her stuffy RA apologize to her. Not that this whole afternoon hasn't been weird, but. You know.]

Trust me, I've had worse.