/When you're a rogue, everything is open,/ Ginia replies casually. She's not advocating comment theft, she'll leave some coinage behind for whatever she takes, but no doors are closed when you can sneak in or teleport at near-will. It'll be harder with cracked ribs, but she'll do what she can.

One hand gingerly touches her ribs, wincing as she finds the approximate fracture point. There's nothing protruding from the skin, which is good, but internal injuries are always a risk. Still, Ginia brushes it off.

/Don't worry, I'm fine. Nothing I haven't deal with before./