Silver's first impulse was to slap the man that approached her, recognizing his face as one of the original causes of the fight she'd almost been dragged into, but she forced herself not to, telling herself that it would only make things worse. She knew it would only cause more drama, and she didn't know him or what tribe he was in, if any, and she would hate to cause him to lose face in front of any of his friends. It was one thing to prove a point, it was quite another to destroy someone's pride, especially with living conditions how they were these days.
Not only was he rude, but he was a smartass to boot. His personality so far reminded her of a familiar face back home, and the thought of comparing them made her smile slightly. She realized her hand was still on her face, like she was still protecting herself somehow, so she slowly lowered it to her side so she could get a better look at him. It occurred to her that he had gone out of his way to seek her out and apologize and see if she was alright, and that was more than she could say about most of the people she knew. Perhaps it was wise of her not to just slap him, after all.
She sighed and allowed her eyes to look him over quickly. "I'll be fine," she replied finally, though her head was already starting to ache. "I've been through a lot worse than a bump on the head," she explained, not revealing too much, which was for the best considering she didn't know anything about him. "I can't really complain, can I? People came here to experience a fight. A fight is what I got."