[There aren't any, thankfully, though she has some fresh new scars--claw marks and gashes in her neck.

Which is what she's peering at (or trying to, it's hard to look at your own neck), pulling at her collar.

(Otherwise, she does not move from the bed, because she still feels a little ill, which she assumes is a side effect of bleeding out.)]

Mmm... I'm still not sure, would you believe that? I have no idea how I got to that place in the first place! Oooh, whoever dragged me there really deserves what's coming to them...!

[...but she can't sustain any sort of anger at all, so ultimately, she just grins at him.]

Unless you mean the disappearance, in which case, I died.