Yes, and you're Spencer? [His pronunciation was right enough, but she can't dwell on that when he moves.

The sudden movement trips an internal alarm and she flinches back, bringing her arms up in a long-practiced movement as if to ward a blow. As soon as the movement is completed she feels silly and embarrassed, lowering her arms again]

Sorry, I...I'm okay. [Her hand goes to the bruise again. It hurts, but she's started getting used to the ache, and she tries to change the subject]

I'm more concerned about you, really. You looked like you were trying to stare down your--pokemon. [it seems weird to say it out loud, like somehow that makes it real]