[ Only a little bit, promise. Angela's never been one to judge. Likewise, Lena holds a measure of familiarity and nostalgia about her that only one such as her could— someone trapped in the thralls of time, aging yet "not", changing yet "not", still at a nebulous age where she doesn't yet show the passage of time and she still uses the same shampoo and bath goods, wears the same clothes. She still smells like Lena and the doctor adores her for it, this touch of the old days.

The surprise is something she hates to let down because she realizes she wasn't necessarily clear, but when Lena draws back Angela's still smiling, if a touch apologetic. ]

Well, the harness at the very least, yes. If there is damage to the accelerator itself I'll have to see. If not myself, I know of a couple very skilled engineers who may be able to bump heads with me, though.

[ Angie honey no that's not how the saying goes— put our heads together, she means. Idioms. ]

Let me get a look at you though, and get you some water.

[ She'll motion for Lena to have a seat and then bustle off for some light-duty painkillers and a bottle of water, returning to offer them both to her and begin examining the damage and her clothing once she's had her fill. ]