Niro's demeanor was slightly comforting, but only slightly. Pixie always felt like he was a cold man, but at the moment his attempt at being sympathetic was wanted by the shaken woman. This wasn't the first time she'd been hit by a client, but this was the first time since after the pulse that she feared for her life.
She put one cold hand on her jaw and the other went behind her head to search for any bumps or blood from hitting the wall. Finding a tender spot, Pixie started thinking of ways to stay wake for the rest of the night in case she had a concussion.
"Well, I can't bring them home with me, and the warehouses are the next best option," Pixie said, pulling her coat around her nearly naked form, glad that it was dark in color to hide the fresh blood on her hand that came from the back of her head. "I need to grab my bag from inside, if you don't mind." And clean herself up a little bit. She probably looked haggard and pathetic. Pixie didn't want to walk back looking like her pride was lost. Shaken, hurt, and pissed off, yes. Lost, no.
"C-could you come in with me? I'll j-just be a few min-nutes." Her words were still a bit unsteady and the cold really sunk in as she stood there, making her body shake lightly and her teeth start chattering.