'You're hurt.'

Nana almost loses her composure then and there. Her voice catches; her eyes widen, and she feels the threat of a sting behind them. She commands herself, mentally, to not cry. She might be wearing plain clothes, but she still has a role to play. That role doesn't end when the fighting stops. She smiles, strained, and shakes her head.

"Yuya... it's fine. I'm fine." Nevermind that it needs more attention. She can tell him that later. "...Are you okay? What happened?"