Cora, after waiting a bit in the lounge, realized that she did have access to medical facilities and should be looked at after the match. Her being headbutted that much never ended well for her. So she hauled her aching body out of the couch and walked back over to the training area. She was cradling her right hand against herself, in case Avis had broken it during their fight. At least Cora had managed to retrieve her knife, and slid it back into her she usually kept it. So, she haunted the door and didn't quite enter the area with the other recruits, instead of going inside to hear from the team about her eyes or something else obvious. It looked like the kid was getting an earful from Guardian, and he was using to turn it into a lecture. [i]No one needs charity, but here you are handing it out like it's goddamned candy. I didn't need any of the crap you offered, and yet I was saddled with the dumb supplies that you idiots slipped into my bag.[/i]

She moved back, away from sight a little more, drawing the shadows closer to herself and trying to draw attention from herself. It wasn't hard, as they gave her plenty of darkness and shadows to work with, and she was far away from the stage so that they would single her out again. Cora touched her forehead to check if she was still bleeding. She was, a little, but it had mostly stopped. A little warm water would clean the blood off, and a few bandages for the scratch would keep it clean. She'd just have to ask the stupid robot or the AI for directions. She could take care of herself from there.