"High on the best painkillers the end of the universe can offer, essentially," she smiles, blearily. "Though I can't move too enthusiastically. From what the doctors say, I've got a few broken ribs, some other bruised ribs and lung below - who'd have thought a lung would bruise - and my collarbone broke."

"Sprained an ankle, too," Rae adds, dryly, "because apparently my legs were feeling left out."