Kristen laughs when he asks where it hurts, and she rolls her eyes and says, "I'd probably claim it hurt anywhere if it meant getting to have your hands all over me." She snickers at his blushing expression, but doesn't say or do anything beyond that, as her ribs are in a miasma of pain and misery. She lifts her shirt, showing a simple white brassiere, fitting nicely to her rack, and her toned abdomen, and when he rubs his hands together, the static that runs through her body makes her jump a little.<br/><br/>When the odd twitching sensation eases, she says, "Uh, wow. That's...actually a lot better. Hell of a talent to have." She rubs the back of her head, thinking about his mentioning of talents, and she says, "Hmmm. Alice makes doors, huh? Sounds handy as hell. I think I like your talent a little better, though." She gets up and stretches, tugging her shirt back down, and she asks, "What did you say your name was again? I don't think I caught it the first time."