Perhaps it was with an incredibly selfish realization that she noted only Paul had asked after her. Clenching her fist until her knuckle popped she stood up from her defensive stance and glanced around the room for any other destruction that had taken place in the chaotic few moments just before. Just a broken glass. Relieved she swiped at her frock and then, smiled sweetly at Paul after he had relinquished the phone.
"Yes." She replied to Paul as she regarded how fast he was to swoop to action, "Let me get the broom." She told him and was careful to step lightly although the glass growled under her feet. Though, she had to consider where it was before she could swoop to action herself.
Right before Honey arrived at the utility closet and the accessories, she glanced over his shoulder at her husband but ignored the conversation in the meantime as she opened the door and flicked her gaze around at the accessories Xander and her had hardly used in the upkeep of their shared space.
The handle of the broom was gripped and the dustbin too before she came back to the both of them and handed the dustbin to her friend Paul. Perhaps she was still shaken by the violent eruption of weather but if it was so she barely seemed disturbed. Instead she began to sweep the shards into a singular, crystal pile that would make it easier to push into the metal container.