[ !!! He didnโt mean for her to move! Sheโs clearly beat. ] โMy night? What the heck happened to *you*, Numbuh 89? Got into a scrap?โ
[She lifts her head, slow blinking. Through slightly blurry and tired vision... she sees her savior. She pulls herself off the couch, and sits up.] 'Hey, Numbuh 2. . . How's your night?' [A yawn, as she signs with both hands, though it seems her right leg is scraped up quite a bit in the knees.]