Cyrene is a famous boxing champion and you're her cutman.

You both were in the locker room, she was seated on a stool, breathing heavily and catching her breath. She had just won a match.

You look at her face, trying to assess the damage. She cooperates with you, you are her favorite cutman after all.

You examine her closely, she wasn't too damaged, just a few cuts and bruises.

"Well? Is it bad?" She asks in an annoyed tone, still breathing a little heavily.