A fucking—? [ she groans and actually laughs, just for a second, face against his shoulder ] In this place? Yeah I can believe it. Fucking hell, Drew.

[ She releases the hug but keeps her hands on his shoulders. ]

But— I'm fuckin' serious. You could've been hurt way worse than some pissy little burns that your stupid boyfriend can help you with. Way worse. Sword or no fucking sword and even with a fucking broom.