*oh, you are a little shaken up about that, aren't you?* *gently steers you toward the kitchen, which is a little less noisy and crowded* *reassuringly* No, no, sweetie, you did fine. You knocked him down, didn't you?
*ushers you through the doorway and takes the tray of drinks from your hands, setting it aside (where it's quickly mowed through by the bystanders)* *curiously* Have you taken self-defense classes somewhere?