[Talk. Yeah, she remembers how to do that, but she still makes no move to say anything. Her eyes shift to his arm in its sling, and shift away again. She doesn't want to talk. She wants orders - she never wants to hear orders again - she wants to forget that ever happened. Her jaw clenches for a long moment before she makes herself relax; it's difficult.]
no subject
How's your arm? [She doesn't look at him.]