[His own expression wished to mirror hers, or perhaps even encourage her into smiling as well. But his face barely had time to take on that of utter shock, not to mention dodge, as a blur of white and a very unpleasant sensation that shook the bottom half of his face and threw him back two steps and a half.
He just barely gasped as he brought a hand to nurse his jaw -- thank goodness for nanites.] Parcel Mistress, just what in the world was that FOR?!