"Ow," it doesn't really hurt that much; if her ribs are cracked, then it's only a little, but they're definitely bruised. She's had so much worse, fought through so much worse, and died from less.

Really, it's the indignity of it all. But, after a moment, Shepard settles her arms around Elsa's shoulders and pats her, with only the minimum standard of awkwardness.

"I'm...glad you're alive too. For now, anyways."