[PM, to her credit, stays rooted on the spot as the plate shatters. She doesn't even blink. Which is pretty good, considering her first reactions were to lunge at him to protect herself or run away in pure horror. Fortunately, the look on his face speaks volumes enough that this was all a misunderstanding and not an intentional--even if not remotely effective--attack. The hard cold look of an exile ready to defend her life passes almost as quickly as it came.]
[She brushes off a bit of plate dust from her sleeve, looking at him in the most apologetic way she can muster.]
Oh- oh dear- I'm so very sorry, I only meant to- never mind, please don't look at me like that. It's okay.