Maddox nearly winced when she fell, his hands reaching out quickly to grasp her forearms, taking this opportunity to stare down her shirt. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, pulling her back into a standing position, hands lingering a second longer than they should have before they left her arms. "And as I said... it is rather messy," he said. That was something of an understatement, but still. "All of my paperwork is orderly, but my office has become rather cluttered," he continued, eyes trailing over her rear when she turned away. However, he also noticed the scars. How could he not. He reached out ot gently grasp her by the arm, preventing her jerking away when he touched upon one of her scars.