Trying to remember was more difficult than she thought; little peaks of her memory were starting to come back to her, slowly. "That's right, those things in the sky..." she looked at him for a second before her attention was brought to his hands pulling up her top so she could see the damage. "Oh, god, I remember. I was going to the bakery for some food, and I think one must have got me. I threw my light at it..." she winced a little. "How bad is it?" she asked him, not able to distinguish much yet.