Silk smiled at the man as she accepted a orange, and absently began peeling it with her thumb nail, the motion well practised. If he was still trying to learn as much as he could about her, then he would likely twig into the fact that she probably didnt originate in high society, where her snacks would be pre-peeled by slaves before being served to her. "Do not worry about me." She said reassuringly, "I'm tougher than I look!" the Zenith added, striking a especially hammed up heroic pose, orange in fist.<br/><br/>Her levity was short lived however as she looked over the crowd again, Silks expression slowly dropping into a unhappy moue. Sure this was<em>sorta</em>what she wanted but she didnt really want anyone to get hurt. Realistically however she realized that the people were unlikely to let the goddess's failure to appear go without a hitch. She was forced to console herself that the people would be happier and better off once she guided them away from the lies of the Immaculates and their lies.<br/><br/>Starlight seemed to agree with the drunk poet however and Silk acquiesced, even though she wasnt particularly worried about the crowd herself, she was a Chosen of the Sun. She had to keep in mind that the mortals around her were not so durable. I mean, its not like she was surrounded by other Chosen of the Sun or something like that.<br/><br/>Silk nodded her agreement and slipped a arm through the drunk's before following Starlight, and pulling the man along with her. No way she was leaving such a nice man to get trampled or hurt.