[She just looks at the kettle, not quite turning around to face him. She doesn't want to look at him. She's so self-conscious about the bruising and everything, that...

...better to watch the kettle until it boils.

There's some time before she answers:] ...yeah.

Um, when I was growing up I'd get some scrapes and cuts and I broke my arm once from a fall, but... that was. S-something really different.