She thinks that's a laugh but it's too raw, like there's a fine edge running through it.
It might've been a better idea to find him somewhere private but there would be distractions here. Both of them could definitely use them after this.

Leaning forward she slips her hand out of his and curls her arms around his shoulders, resting her cheek against his hair while he lets it out.

"I'm okay," she murmurs, "I'm sorry you had to make the shot."