"We've got a few injured. Some of them don't look good, but..." Rita shrugs as she casts a glance over her shoulder, at some of the other occupied beds. "They'll live."

She doesn't look back to him. "When you get better, I was thinking... I want to step up my combat training. You think you could...?" Apparently, it's too hard to actually finish that request for help, but he should get the idea.