Even though his grip wasn't rough or anything, instinct nearly had her pulling her hand away. Elysia only jerked her arm a little - hardly enough to slip her wrist out of his fingers. To say her hands didn't look good would be fairly accurate. They had bled a little, here and there, and there was a lot of dirt and small chipped off bits of rock imbedded into the torn up skin.
"Yes. I didn't hear them running up behind me until I was already a few inches away from faceplanting into the street. Bastard," she added with an annoyed grumble. "And I know. I only just got here, I hope you realize. I could hardly wash off my hands while walking." She gave him an inquisitive look, a little measuring. "Yes, I do. Do you? And are you going to take the tissues or not? Either way I'd appreciate it if you'd let go of me." Elysia may not have been so good with most social situations, but she did know that even if he was being sort of rude first didn't mean she got to be rude back. Overly rude, at least.