Rosario guessed all those angry cuts and scrapes she'd seen could've come from playing a guitar and dancing for hours without end. Or they could've come from trying to fight off somebody much bigger and stronger ("Johnny's the most massive man I've ever met, for real—"), or scrabbling desperately at a locked door and fleeing for miles barefoot, or...
She was desperately trying to stay calm, but the mental image sent a horrified shudder through her that brought a shake to her voice. "And... Johnny? Where was he during all this?"