The sound she makes is a huff of pained frustration, in turn; doing this faster would've had the benefit of being over faster, but she's careful because the mere fact of his witnessing this doesn't mean she's going to stop lying about it. Not if she thinks she can get away with it--

--maybe even if she thinks she can't. Frankly.

“I landed in someone's blood,” she says, as she sits up, unstrapping the useless crossbow from her body with what she mentally designates her 'good arm'; it doesn't sound like she's daring him to contradict her. It doesn't sound like a lie, which is probably why he's laughing at himself right now. It never sounds like she's lying. It sounds perfectly sensible, except for everything he's already seen. “I need-- um-- you can move from place to place? No?”

Apparation, she means, dancing around asking him for help.