The girl must not of liked the attention he gave her as she went out of her way to headbutt him. His head would move forward by the blow but he'd keep on his feet. She was quick to pull a knife off the guards, Servos having thought better of having himself armed in close proximity wouldn't of had one, and he doubted Mr. White did so himself. His hand would massage the throbbing blow before he let his hand fall to his side. "That woman isn't very bright is she," he asked. "If you're prey the point is not to be noticed," said running his hand through his hair a frown on his face. "I suppose it saves me the trouble of picking looking throw my favorites," he said folding his arms and watching the rest take place. So the girl had a knife, that was hardly going to make a difference later, she'd live to regret her actions.