"Good question," she mumbled, rolling onto her back. While her clothes are burned in places and she sounded pained, she had no physical wounds. In contrast to the mess of her attire, her long brunette hair appeared shiny, as if she'd just washed it. Odd.
"I have longer legs but smaller feet. How weird." It's only then when she speaks that she noticed the regeneration energy still escaping in puffs of breath. "Oh, still cooking."
She scrambled a little in a clumsy effort to make use of her new legs and feet - oh, the arms and hands too, how wizard! She managed to stand upright, but she felt woozy. Understatement.
"Right, right, still cooking, don't know who I am yet, who I'm going to be," she was concerned. She had yet to regenerate on her own before. It was all new territory. At least the exploding bit was over with! "I'm not okay. Not yet. Wasn't before. Might be later, can't be sure. But, hello, I'm Jenny, and I really need some coffee." Oh, odd, not tea.