Okay, yeah, that was not what he intended to make her do. Especially because he didn't mean it like that. At all. Even if she was pretty. Which he was not noticing right now. At all.
Okay, she was pretty. He could admit that. But it was so incredibly off topic and she starting speaking not!English again. Unless she meant she actually pinched herself? He hadn't thought to try that. Not that it apparently helped.
"You did better than I did," he admitted, scrubbing his hands down his face. "I think I sort of drunkenly rammed the first one into the wall behind me, but I never even saw the one who shot me." He closed his eyes and mentally wished that all of this was some sort of fucked up dream again.
No, if it were a dream, the pretty redhead over there wouldn't be dressed and have her fingers all bandaged up. Really, he was a guy. He didn't dream about messed up horror movie shit. Well, unless he'd been watching one the night before.
Then she brought him back to cold, messed up reality by introducing herself. He stared at her for a moment before realizing he'd not actually told her his name and that he was probably being kind of rude. "Colin," he stammered, then held out one hand. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I don't think I can really say that honestly. Not because of you-" Okay, he really needed to shut the hell up right now. "Because, yeah."