"Yeah, it's fine," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I bet you say that to all the girls just to look tougher. Trust me, tough isn't passing out from a wound. It's getting it treated."
She realized she'd given away a bit too much when she told him she could smell it, but his resemblance to Stiles and the scent of the wound had thrown her a bit off balance. "I've got a great nose," she offered, shrugging as if it were nothing.