[the gesture doesn't go unappreciated, as she's getting herself back to her feet, and she gratefully takes his hand to rises back up. at this point in the night, she's reached acceptance of anyone she might come across, and the shock to the system of seeing a ten foot man made of metal will be dulled by both the stresses of the day and her genuine thanks at being rescued. foolish, to get caught up in appearances when actions should be the deciding factor.]
I'm well enough. There's no lasting damage except that of my pride.
[generally, being carted around like a sack of potatoes does not bode well for good first impressions.]
But you have my deep gratitude, sir, for intervening.
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I'm well enough. There's no lasting damage except that of my pride.
[generally, being carted around like a sack of potatoes does not bode well for good first impressions.]
But you have my deep gratitude, sir, for intervening.