[She turns in fright at the hand on her shoulder. Her first thought is that he's huge. (She's tiny; four foot eleven. And a half. DON'T FORGET THE HALF IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.)] A-ah... [Her first instinct is to back away, but then she realizes what he's said.] Bu— but... [She hesitates. It was wrong what was done to her, and it ought to be apologized for. She doesn't want to go with him, and her lack of common sense means that she hardly foresees the larger riot this could escalate into. But she calms, reluctantly, to his authority, and lets him lead her.]
[Once they're inside, she has the common courtesy to offer up a smile.] Thank you. [The emotion in her voice is sincere. For more than just guiding her inside—she knows that sometimes she loses her self-control, and she appreciates that he was able to get her to back down.]
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[Once they're inside, she has the common courtesy to offer up a smile.] Thank you. [The emotion in her voice is sincere. For more than just guiding her inside—she knows that sometimes she loses her self-control, and she appreciates that he was able to get her to back down.]