Unconsciously, she moved backwards to match the boy's movement. She glanced at him up and down, unsure of what he was trying to do. She wasn't used to people reaching out to help her - usually if someone was approaching her, it was to either throw a punch or pinch her rear, neither of which she appreciated.
"I'm fine," she replied stiffly, tying the whip in a knot. She finally glanced back down at the flashlight...thing. She stared at it for a few moments, trying to figure out exactly what it was. It seemed like it was the same thing that was shooting fireworks.
"So what is it that you...what is that thing, anyhow?" she finally asked.