Fallon glanced towards him for a second as she felt the lift shake with his sitting. He likely had the right idea, but she wasn't about to join him on the floor. If she did, they'd have to look at one another, and possibly talk about whatever the fuck happened between him kissing her forehead and pushing her away. Both of which were options Fallon decidedly wished to avoid, leaving her leaning agaisnst the wall of the lift with aching toes.

That he asked about her health was unexpected. Fallon tucked her hands into her pockets, her fingers brushing against the (presumably) panicked letters, and sighed. "Alright. Almost healed up again." The cuts where her toes once were had been almost fully recovered when she paced them into reopening following her last letter. Not that he would get to know that. "Fingers, too. Almost like it never happened."