"No, I've done much worse." She hesitated, pulling a face. "Much, much worse in fact."
Shrugging again, she said, "Maybe it's just the feral thing. Who knows, maybe we'll wind up scratching each other's eyes out before this whole thing's over." Which would be sad, because Matty very much liked her eyes where they were. There was the probability of them growing back, but still. Ow.