A long time has passed since anyone has held her like this, either because they wanted to or because they had to. It's been an equally long time since she has been injured like this. In fact, she can distinctly remember -- or, at least, it's distinct when she has control over the entirety of her mental faculties -- falling into a hole and having to coach Jean-Luc through something similar.

It felt a lot like this in different ways. Similarly different ways...

Somehow that makes sense to her addled brain.

With how she is feeling, moving her too far is not a good idea. Not until a medical team can get down here or she gets beamed up to sickbay. Speaking of a medical team, where is hers? A frown creases her face. Speaking is still taking a great deal of focus, but that extra concentration is helping her stay awake. That is something she can use.

"I had... a small medical kit," she begins slowly. "It shouldn't be far. If you can find it, there should be a small square device inside. That... if you unfold it... that can help us determine my state." Oh but right, he asked a question. Her frown of concentration deepens a bit. "Ache. My legs ache. They don't feel broken... but there's... sharp pain in my head, my side, and... I'm losing blood. I can't tell where."

Her head injury is definitely one of the culprits, but there's also a gash on one leg and a mildly fractured rib. She's lucky the rib didn't puncture her skin. Or anything inside.