"I think you'd have contemplated it." She laughed through the phone and the portal both before letting the hole in reality close with a fizzle. "And your desk is safe. Won't bleed on it, promise."

Or, well...

"Barring paper cuts and medical emergencies that has the whole precinct in chaos." Best to hedge the bleeding promises! "Still...sorry to worry you Bill. I didn't realize I was in that 'cared about enough to fret' category." She...really still saw herself as an unexpected roommate and a growing friend. Not someone to slap 'cares about' on.