Tiffy squeezed her eyes shut as the kid caught her and picked her up. Her hand acted of its own accord, gripping his shirt in one hand. She felt him sit down and heard him as if she was okay. Was she okay?<br/>"Honestly. I don't know. That's normal, but being picked up by a guy whos name I dont even know, thats not." She opened her eyes, and caught his dark blueish gray gaze with her own pale green ones. "I'm Tiffy. Short for nothing. Just Tiffy." She said, looking down at his shirt, where her hand still gripped the fabric. She let go and smoothed the fabric, feeling the muscles underneith.