Much in the way the boulder's momentum had been suddenly halted, the giant's mid-air leap ended for no apparent reason and he fell back; to see the huge man stopped so forcefully seemed... wrong. Particularly when she couldn't see whatever had stopped him and had no one to align with the action besides a slip of a girl who weighed<span style="font-style: italic">maybe</span>as much as one of his fingernails. Her mind flickered back to the scene when Sandpaper Pipes had stopped him; he seemed to have faired much better this time, lumbering to his feet and finding his weapon. She could see the mild confusion in his face as he allowed Viktor to tackle him, the smaller man's fists seeming oddly childish against the unyielding trunk... as he walked away from the prone figure of the girl-child, Liliana's quick gaze checked him for injuries, then finally landed on his face.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Thank you,"</span>she said clearly, in a voice husky from exhaustion but oddly sincere.<br/><br/>She pulled her hood tighter around her face, so that it was little more than a shadowed fringe of blonde bang over a murky stare. With her typical slouched shoulders and relaxed, loose gait, Liliana approached the downed child and auburn-haired man, coming close enough to distinguish her gulping breaths from the harsh wind that rattled the hood around her ears. She looked even thinner and more raggedy up close, though surprisingly well-clothed; a man's thick jacket over a smaller, tougher coat that looked more appropriate to her size added to the boots and assortment of old clothing. Questions lingered around the tiny frame almost visibly.<br/><br/>Liliana held both hands, palm forward, almost to the level of her waist, and stopped approaching the tangled mess when she stood alongside Viktor.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Take it easy,"</span>she said quietly, voice muffled against the fabric of her parka, as she hazarded another slow step toward the child. It seemed strange to approach a such a nonthreatening-looking person in such a defensive way, but she hadn't been shy about using firepower and had stopped Rock Hammer with, in all appearances, nothing at all. Defensive seemed the way to go.