Belle didn’t have quite anything to say at the warrior’s chastising. She felt embarrassment and scratched at the back of her head with a shrug. “.....sorry...” she muttered. The bookish nerd wasn’t usually one looking for a fight, but something at the way the man deliberately looked to rend the woman’s clothes irked her. It was one thing when it happened to herself, but seeing it happen to another caused her to bristle. Nevertheless, she didn’t seem to want the unsolicited help, so Belle nodded her head and looked to find her place back in line again behind the mage. “I’m sorry if I startled you before when I touched your shoulder, miss,” she said to the woman standing in front of her in line. “I seem to just be making all the wrong decisions today.” She sighed in defeat and bowed her head, fiddling with one of her sleevelets.