[ ... Ryoko squints at him again. This time, it's uncertainty making her brow furrow more than anything else. ]

I think I'll survive. [ Her voice croaks, as if from disuse. Just how long was she out? ] Or I'm guessing that I will, at least. You don't exactly make it easy to tell.

[ She could be bleeding out all over the bedcovers and she doesn't think his approach would change all that much. ]

Where am I? ... or, where are we, I should say.