It sucked really, she was basically killed and only managed to barely come back. Only for her to not get a shot at the thing. Yeah it hurt like hell, but what did she have to show for it? A few measly points of Experience. Nonetheless, she allocated those skill points she'd managed to farm from the earlier Kobolds, which only stung more. Once done, she closed the window, unable to bring herself to allocate the last Status Point. 

Getting your ass handed to you by something that outweighs you 10 to .5 meant nothing. If she couldn't contribute, she couldn't get shit. She hated how weak she was, how she had to be rescued. She hated that some mindf****r out there, whomever was the sick asshole was, felt that her actually dying meant nothing. She hated that Genji could kill the damn thing in a selfish rage...he'd left her there, and he didn't even think she might have wanted to fight again? To get her revenge in some manner? 

How could she seek answers when she was so damn pathetic, not even worth a second shot. Hot tears filled her eyes as she just stared at the ground in frustration. Sure, she had been several levels below the damn thing, and surely Genji was much higher than that. 

"No. No, I'm not alright. Do I look alright?!" she yelled at him, just venting now. She stood shakily on her own two feet; She'd been rescued once, she'd be damned if she didn't at least walk out on her own. "I just...need to be alone." she said to him. Her voice was strained and subdued since she was trying to hold in her typhoon of emotions. "Thanks..." she said before she began to limp away towards the practice area. She couldn't look at him, couldn't face him. How could she? She had to get stronger, faster, better, then maybe...maybe she could look at him again. For now. She would push past the pain. She would push and push and push until her body failed her and she passed out. She wouldn't be sleeping in a bed tonight. The ground would be her bed, and the morning dew her blanket. And once she'd came back around, she would resume where she left off. Rest was a luxury she could no longer afford.