Nora's the last person who needs reassurance. She pulls herself together and straightens, despite the fact it still feels like she'll never draw a proper breath again. Grounding the head of her hammer, she leans against the haft, not saluting because Remnant lacks the tradition.

"You hit like a Goliath," she says approvingly, unconcerned about getting kicked around and only slightly put out over the loss--he's obviously very experienced, and she wouldn't beat Qrow in a fair fight, either.