She disposes of the helmet and pushes back ruffled hair with one gauntleted hand, giving him a sympathetic smile before slowly beginning to tend to removing her own suit. She really does want to be out of it already, feeling that post-battle weariness creeping in and settling into her bones. It doesn't help matters any that Doom chose to attack in the middle of the night, because of course he would.

"I'm okay. A bit achy and probably bruised all over tomorrow, but other than that..." She huffs another sigh, a bit of wryness creeping into her tone as she continues to systematically unlatch the manual releases of the suit and removing the pieces, her sleepwear underneath wrinkled. His scrutiny doesn't exactly go undetected, but she mistakes it as simple, comradely concern. "God, but I really hate Doom-bots."