[ Tony smirks a little as she replies, because, yes, that's true, but he just wanted to make sure, okay. He moves delicate hands over the area he thinks was hit, getting a gauge for how bad it is and then momentarily attuning his senses to it as well. A hard knock to the head, but no intercranial swelling, or the like. Nothing dangerous. He couldn't even smell the tell-tale bruising that would have accompanied a concussion. Just one, really hard whallop that she was going to keep feeling for a few weeks yet.

The hand... Probably needed splinting, and he was going to have to glue the original cut, but she was quite talkative. ] Yeah, not too bad. This finger needs a bit more support, but the others are all just bruised. If I go and get something from another table, you're not going to just spontaneously roll off this one, right? [ And hey, a little levity. Always a good thing. ]