"I'm considerably more resilient and resourceful than I look." Her tone's wry but there's an unassailable self-confidence there that she rarely displays on the island. With as raw as she feels, she isn't taking well any challenge to her competence. "But I'm sure I'd enjoy it more with company at any rate."

Joan dismisses that as best she can by returning to the subject of his hands. "Those look like glass cuts," she observes. They're somewhat distinctive. Once you've seen a human body after it's thrown through plate glass, you tend not to forget how it heals. "What were you working on?"