For a moment when the glass had exploded, Verity had more or less stopped breathing. Then she gasped in a big lungful as her heart beat like there was some actual threat instead of a cocked up spell. She looked around at the various staring faces and smiled a bit too widely, totally embarrassed. Please god that Pince wasn't around!
It wasn't until the girl at the next table said something (and, shoot, which Greengrass was she?) that Verity noticed the pain. Through the adrenaline, it just hadn't registered. She looked down at her hands, which had more than a few little pieces of glass in them, although nothing that looked serious. She gave the girl a wincing sort of smile. "Sorry. Uh... I'm good?" Then she held her hands up for illustration. "Ow?"