She slowly uncurls and sort of scuttles her way over to Jesse, trying to take a look at how bad the shoulder is.

"I can pop it back into the socket, but it's going to hurt like a firecracker exploding in the joint before it feels any better, if I do." It's not exactly poetry, but this isn't exactly rocket surgery, either. "And if you're just going to provoke them again immediately, it'll be a wasted effort."