There won't be too far up to look, because once he's screaming, she'll drop down by his side despite her horror, trying to think of something she can do and coming up blank.

"Well, I'd hope not. Medical treatment's not going to help, is it?" she asked sadly. Not a scratch on him by the end. "So, um... is it a psychic cuckoo in your head, or dimensional magic, or what? If you don't mind my askin'."