Though her eyebrows seem to have become stuck in a raised position, and her body language screamed that her 'fight or flight' instinct was in overdrive, Roxy sat down on the table that this most recent incarnation of Xander patted, finally allowing herself to let out the deep breath that she'd been holding in. If there was one thing that was more persuasive than her all-consuming need to know everything, it was the curiosity that was so rampant within her.
That he had gotten a first aid kit was enough to convince her that whatever aspect of Xander that was in control at the moment had no desire to hurt her, and to even have her thinking that in her anger she may have exaggerated things just a bit. Then she looked down at her arm, seeing the redness that still lingered from his grip, and reminded herself that Xander was among a select few who she had never lied to, not even when she could've gotten away with it. A tentative smile came to her face as she nodded in the direction of the kit, clearing her throat. "You probably don't need that, I think my pride might be hurt worse than the rest of me."