Despite the now throbbing pain in your head and pressure on your chest, you gave out a weak chuckle and said "Heeeeey Vespa, nice to see you again. You're looking good, which I can tell better than you with the one good eye and all, and I mean that seriously. Looks like my love meals for you helped fill a few holes... wish I could have said my dick did that instead, wink wink." Indeed, Vespa was looking healthier than she had been before you kidnapped her, but didn't seem to care at all.