[It's actually the damp cloth that snaps Perona out of her stupor. The water and fabric making contact with her cut does hurt, and she flinches, pulling back her hand with a small yip of pain and surprise. That's when she actually notices just how messy she is, and how much that damn cut stings. Ugh, ow...fucking--! She seemed more irritated by it than anything else, once she's come back to reality. If that shit got on her clothes, she's going to be pissed.]

It's fine. Just a cut. I can patch this up easily. [In fact, there should be some large band-aids in one of her drawers. Where did she put them?] This is nothing compared to other cuts I've had to fix. ...I just wish I didn't make such a mess.

[She waves her uninjured hand for Sanji to step aside so she can fix herself up, and take care of the cooking before it burns or something. She also has to clean up, too. Bah, what a blunder!]