Had she been able to respond better than an agitated wheeze, Roxy would have pushed further about his pathetic answers. Though, likely, she suspected he was still processing whatever this all was and so she couldn't blame him. Still...the agent locked that shrug away for later.
At least with each passing minute she felt better--in the sense that she understood her injuries were not serious or life threatening, but the wind had clearly been knocked from her. "An explosion?" Roxy echoed, raising up her hand to look at the caked blood once more. "I was...in it," she mused. Her hand flopped back to her side. Just rest.
"I can't say," she replied. "I remember my room...a crash? Something...An explosion, sounds about right...Then here."