"Significantly more boring than I'm used to, although I'm certain that won't last long." Alfred's voice was, of course, thick with concern, but now that he was certain she was going to live, he was making a list of ways to chastise her in his head. Despite this, he made sure to support her weight as well as he could; fortunately, she was rather lighter than Masters Bruce or Dick.
He led her to the car and helped her in, pressing her hand to the handkerchief. "Keep firm, steady pressure," he advised. "Don't remove the handkerchief until we return home." Beside her, on the seat, was a small cooler with a number of ice packs inside. "Use those--" he indicated the cooler-- "to treat any aches you may have developed from your attempt to defeat gravity by sheer force of will."