"No, I can't, I have to-" he argued, trying to figure out exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing as he trailed after her. Protect her? That seemed right. Protect other people, that seemed right, too. He wasn't sure why he was acting so stupid, right now, and he felt like he needed to prove to her that he was useful. He did this by punching a bee right out of the air, and then turning to grin at her proudly. "I can help." He leaned in to whisper, "I'm the Iron Fist." And then wondered immediately why in the hell he would tell that to a completely stranger. There was something just trustworthy about her, he guessed, he felt like he wanted to pour his heart out to her or something. Later, though, there was a bee buzzing around his head.