She wanted to scoff at a mere stab in the arm. After what she'd seen in their careful hands, she felt her and a lot more people had more of a right to be pissed off in general. But this wasn't a contest of who was more wronged. They could all be pissed off, and being stabbed wasn't exactly a picnic either -- she'd taken plenty of slices and wounds while fighting here regularly. Her first week back after being rescued, she'd gone overboard on her self-loathing/beating herself up and had to be dragged off and cared for by interested parties.

But none of that was something she wanted to share with a veritable stranger, uniting fury or not. "So what, you thought you'd bum around town looking for them? They're persona non grata in here. Assassination attempts on royalty are apparently frowned on." Not so much assault and murder of natives and refugees alike. Figures. "Or were you just looking to find someone to finish whatever job they were doing on you." Her chin nodded at the bandage.