"Your face was never fine," is Aña's retort. "He'll be fine here as long as he keeps an eye out," she adds to Nomad. "No offense but I am way too tired for bickering."

Bloody broken nose or not, though, she gives Tommy a one-armed hug and a hopefully-discrete peck on the cheek to hopefully reassure him she's kidding.

She kinda likes his dumb face.

And also Nomad's face.

And she has a metal arm, which is unrelated but adds to the amount of complicated in her life.

"Right. First aid stuff?"