Mari smiled when she saw Dumas blush. Not a sarcastic smile. She just found it funny, in her good-natured and almost childshily innocent way to behave. The girl waited for a response and nodded when Dumas finally thanked her. Her smile grew a little with his compliment. "Liar", she replied, with a soft chuckle.<br/><br/>Mari knew she looked... presentable. She had spent some time making sure she could get through the night with the least possible trouble. There wasn't much she could do if the pain didn't want to go away, though. Her smile vanished when Dumas asked about her leg. She took a deep breath and frowned as well. "<span style="font-style: italic">She</span>happened to my leg", she stated, shaking her head. It was her way of coping with the fact that basically there was another Marissa who did things she had no idea about.<br/><br/>She stopped and took another deep breath, touching the injured leg. "A huge cut. Really huge, I have no idea how she managed to get this badly hurt". The girl scratched between her brows, as she always did when she was thinking about something unpleasant. "She's gonna kill me, you know. One of these days", she said, with what could be called a bit of a desperate laugh. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Dum. I'm just grumpy because I'm in pain. I'll be all right. And I'll feel better here, around people, than in bed staring at the ceiling."