Gibney saw her move and reacted like a cat on alert. His stance dropped, his body tensed yet remained loose and agile at the same moment. It was all instinct, a reaction he could not change if he wanted to, but he made no attempt to dodge or fight.
His back hit the wall, a small grunt leaving him as sad, cat-slitted eyes watched the girl his own height. His big hands lifted, but only enough to show a sign of surrender, his claws never came out. His throat worked as guilt gnawed at his gut like a very angry little animal. "I'm sorry..." He murmured weakly, quite sure that would not be enough to change or fix anything, but what more could he do?