[ She can see, somewhere, that he's worried about her, and it's hard to really understand why he would be.

She sighs at him, like he's being absurd. ]

I wouldn't be affected by a concussion, Peter. Look—

[ She lifts her arm to show him where the glass from the crates had sliced her open – and the skin is almost entirely unaffected. ]

These have healed, and if— [ If, being the keyword. ] —I had a concussion or another injury like it, it would have resolved itself.

I'm fine.