"Not that much." Sherri reached up to touch the marks on her neck, wincing at the flash of increased pain. "More than what the Red Cross would take, probably, but since I'm still up and moving it can't be that bad." She didn't mention that she was feeling a little weak. She was pretty sure that was normal. Since she hadn't looked in the mirror, she was unaware of the fact that she was a little paler than usual. "I probably look worse than I am, right now. I'm just a little shaken up."
Of course, if she could sit down before she fell down, that would be better. Gracefully, so that hopefully no one would realize it was more for her benefit, she moved toward the futon (in its couch formation, since she obviously hadn't used it the night before. "Why don't we all sit down?"