She paced slowly around the desk, in part to take careful stock of what really ached, in part because this was so goddamn disturbing that she felt like she had to keep moving.<br/><br/>"My shoulders..." she rolled them experimentally, and winced when they were arched back. "My calves, my ribs... my, uh... my ass..." Her cheeks flushed a little with that admission, and doing so managed to highlight the faintest discoloration just under the skin on one cheek, the size and shape of a hand.