"I doubt I actually have tetanus," she sighed, hopping off the desk. "Mostly scrapes, cuts, and bruises from me trying to get out of there without showing off how fabulous I really am, since I wasn't in the mood for a potential witch-hunt."

She gave a wan smile that didn't quite have the same energy behind it as her usual smirks. "A little antibiotic gel and I should be right as rain, if a bit vain and sulky about my looks."