As soon as she was beside him, Dane's immediate defense was to shut the pain down. He stared belligerently up at her as she looked him over. He'd been there before, scanning his own body, making sure he wasn't seriously damaged. He relaxed after a moment, when her voice was in his head. That gave him half a moment's pause. She was obviously a telepath, then... as well as a teleporter. Not like it mattered. With some of the kids here, your brain was not yours, at least not when you were within their range. And really, Dane thought that was pretty damn nifty.
"'M fine," he muttered, reaching behind to push himself to a sitting position. His tone was irritable, as if annoyed with himself for falling out of the chair. "Didn't hurt much, anyway." Except that it had hurt and had been excessively unpleasant. And the side effects were beginning to show, in the very slow lightening of streaks of the boy's hair. Because he was already physically exhausted from practice, using his power to shut down nerves that were reporting pain was not a particularly bright idea. "I just need to put ice on it, I think." It hadn't broken, the forefinger. He could tell. He still had functionality, even if it might hurt to use it. The crack had been a jamming motion, probably producing the sound from popping a knuckle, he thought. And his head... well, Dane hit his head so often that he was of the impression that it just... didn't matter anymore.