[Gentle or no, the assistance causes her quite the jolt, and turning, she gives him a wide-eyed look that quickly strays toward the katana on his opposite side. While normally this would be cause for an immediate and hasty retreat (or at least a back-step or two), it's his demeanor that makes her stop short of that. She's quite familiar with the saccharine tinge of false concern and sees none of it here, aside from which she's in no position to turn down an ally, as she has very recently discovered.]
[And, you know, his suit is absolutely killer, too, so there's that.]
... I'm fine.
[This after a brief, appraising sort of look, her hesitation palpable but apparently not inconquerable. She can't argue with his logic, either, and there's little time to waste, so quickly enough she's nodding and stooping to reach for the straps on her shoes. As if her compliance weren't sufficient proof of her agreement with his reasoning, she adds a slightly belated but unquestionably sincere,]
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And, you know, his suit is absolutely killer, too, so there's that.]... I'm fine.
[This after a brief, appraising sort of look, her hesitation palpable but apparently not inconquerable. She can't argue with his logic, either, and there's little time to waste, so quickly enough she's nodding and stooping to reach for the straps on her shoes. As if her compliance weren't sufficient proof of her agreement with his reasoning, she adds a slightly belated but unquestionably sincere,]
Thank you.