She can't help but wince a little at the sudden brightness, but she doesn't appear to have any major injuries. A couple cuts on her arms from having to deal with some of the 'locals', an ugly bruise on her forehead that she acquired before the Arena, a few more from inside the Arena. She looks a little pale and dehydrated, but most people in the Arena do at this point.

Now that she can see Nill stops holding onto the wall, lifting a hand to brush her hair back, stressed and tired. She only grimaces a little at the impressive list of insults.

"Unless you know sign language, I can't talk to you any other way. I don't have paper either."

She lets out a slow exhale, and oh, what she wouldn't give for a cigarette right now.

"I'm sorry. This is Nill. I'm not hurt."