[ She flinches, quite sure that was self-evident enough. At least, he doesn't seem to have incurred much damage from it. ]

A-are you okay?

[ Her approach is slow and wary before she suddenly jerks forward close enough to catch another stray toaster, deflecting it with her sword, though she knows her arm will be covered in bruises later for it. ]

Perhaps, issuing an apology will calm them. Now, is not the time to be prideful unless you're aiming to lose an eye next.