Penny pressed her uninjured hand to her eyes, "gods, I can protect my own bed, thanks" she said, wearily, wonders be just how this had come about. She sigjed, and looked to James "I doubt I'll get an infection. My body runs too hot, and the little germies will get incinerated in anycase" she was more worried about the number of cuts, knowing several would scar. She wasn't a vain person, or she didn't think so, but still. "My arm and side hurt. And my thoughts are groggy" it seemed better to focus on her injuries, then what may or may not be teasing