He can't hear bruises, right? Even if he could, she's in no worse shape than he's known her to be 100% of the time. She's running on about as much sleep as she was once then ninja bullshit finally started wrapping up. She has enough to drink every day, so that's two of his senses fooled. That ought to be enough for now. Let him get his Hell in order before she springs hers on him.

"I've been here a couple months," she looks down at the bulges her fists make through her jacket pockets. Then, as she has to add it up, she stares hard at a nearby wall. "Back home, two months. I think. ... Could be three."