She'd expected (with no small amount of satisfaction) that he would take a lot more time to recover after her haphazard kick connected. But he's more resilient than she thought, and she eyes him warily through tears of pain. She clutches at the wound in her side and her head won't stop throbbing.

At least the hallway is stretching out behind her, now. She backs away steadily, careful not to trip over herself again.

"...This can't be happening. We- we're friends." As if that ever seems to matter here, in Wonderland.

Her vision blurs again and she blinks rapidly, but at least this time she doesn't bring up her hand. That was a mistake.