"Just a scratch," Shepard replies, feeling for the wound at the back of her calf. Blood, yes, but nothing to complain about, "I'm good to go."

She certainly doesn't sound worried— and indeed she isn't. There are benefits to a pain tolerance as high as hers is, and that's even without the adrenaline still twanging through all her nerves. Shepard stands, locking her knees to hide the shakiness as well as she can, and rolls out her shoulder to ease the way it'd twinged when she'd landed on it. She'll take a wrenched shoulder and a spider-bite any day, compared to the slowly-dissipating crowd of horrors on the other side of the barrier.

"You? Got a bit hectic back there."