...Blood? [Does she look properly worried? She sure hopes so, because that's the look she's aiming for. She glances between him and the roller coaster, watching the last bit of those who are injured scuttle away from the exit. Considering she's already been on there, she knows exactly where those random cuts and bruises came from.

She wouldn't be surprised if, sooner or later, a headless corpse came rolling out of there. Not really.]

Oh... yeah. I checked it out a while ago. [A long enough while for her to cool down, with how pissed she had been after she got off that deathtrap.] There were — machines there. They tried to attack us with swords. That could be where the smell is coming from.

[She's... omitting the fact these "machines" were actually robot santas. It's too ridiculous to be something she can mention with a straight face. Oh, well. She doesn't know what he's thinking of, so there's no way for her to know why it's so easy for him to identify the smell of blood. From her perspective, it's just a tad bit strange.]