His puzzlement seems to amuse her. Maybe human decency was in short supply, but she's just not the sort to leave weird, horrified guys in alleys. You couldn't help everyone, didn't always want to, but a dissatisfied retail grunt wasn't the rudest she'd encountered.
"It's nothing." A wave of her hand. She's already dismissing it. "Are you going to be alright?"
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"It's nothing." A wave of her hand. She's already dismissing it. "Are you going to be alright?"