Peeking through the hand over her eyes as he put on the shirt, Corrie sighed in relief - then winced at the pain yet another sigh had brought her. Sighing, breathing, sitting, laughing... you never knew how important ribs were until one was busted.
She let her arm fall to her waist, and wrapped it around herself like the other. "No, I guess not," she said, more because she was running out of energy to disagree about things than because she really agreed. Even if she couldn't possibly refer to him as a stranger. Or pretend to anyone but herself that she actually lived in Min. "Sorry."