[Her first instinct was to fly to Superman's side, eyes scanning over the wound on his chest.]

You should not have done that. [She was hardly angry, or even annoyed. Her voice was soft. Regretful.] I have sustained far worse damage than surface wounds, and would be incapable of feeling the pain you do at this moment.

[She kept one eye on the attacker, trusting that Septimus had taken care of him but wanting to be certain. All too many times in the past, she had been surprised by the unexpected.]