It's a small puncture wound. Judging by the blood on the shard I took out no more than a centimeter and a half deep. The diameter isn't that large either.

[The blood was sluggish, not spurting. Nothing of value hit. Adele braces her heel on the chair across from her and leans back, drumming her nails on the side table with her tray. It shouldn't be much longer now.]

At least this time it was wood. Digging out shards of glass is much more painful.