Hannah froze, with the instant realisation that moving would not be helpful in this situation. Her eyes flit to the falling form at her side, her arms not moving to help, but her gaze fixated on the movements of the unwary man. She takes a step backward, observing the point of impact with a certain look about her, a feverish glance that sought to soak up every detail. The changes in the perfect flatness of the metal, its transition to imperfection as the force crumpled the flat plane of steel. The slight sparking added a nice flavour to the image, and Hannah was immediately enthralled. When Arturo speaks, Hannah is snapped out of her brief stupor, and has to refrain from asking him to do it again.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"I... I'm fine, thank you."</span>She responds politely, slightly taken aback by this encounter. Her bare feet shift slightly, her toes poking at the holes in the metal grating. Hannah looks at him, a small edge of concern creeping into her mind.<span style="color: purple">"Are... Are you alright?"</span>She asked, slightly surprised at her own show of feeling. Her cold blue eyes seem to lose their constant glare, which was replaced with something akin to concerned scrutiny. She was feeling rather strange today.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>