Well. This didn’t look good.
Admittedly, this was a very old pub that they were in. Some would consider it historical. So, it was expected that some parts of it wouldn’t be up to great standards - but for Sigrid to cut her hand on the door to the bathroom wasn’t so expected.
Concerned, Michelle gave a small gasp at the sight of the blood, and reached out to her hand.
“Christ - Are you alright? What happened?”
In hindsight, she was probably entirely to blame for her own injury. She had been able to tell the door’s wood was covered in splinters sticking out in every direction and a few holes here and there, and still she had pushed the door in stead of using the handle. So yes, it was only natural she ended up being wounded.
She raised her hand slightly, frowning a bit at the sight of her handpalm, but before she could let out an annoyed sigh in response, her hand was already grabbed by Michelle, much to Kari’s surprise.
“Ah- Oh it’s nothing. Just a small cut, that’s all.” She wiggled her fingers. “Old doors. They’re very tricky. Don’t worry about it though. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”