[Break huffs, deflating so hard it almost looks like his skeleton has dissolved and left him especially noodley. Baltus, the actual noodle present, betrays his true concerns, flailing around until he manages to scramble to his feet and scurry over to whomp right into Lysithea, both checking her over and giving her an opportunity to steady her own nerves by way of petting a super wonderful doggie.]

Yes. I should really hate to meet the sort of person who managed to get up and get into the shop after something like that.

[In theory, he should simply be glad she escaped and moved on, but his brain is churning, as it does.]

...hey, hey, you're a darkblood yourself, right...?