"I'm fine," she insisted, almost too loudly for the enclosed space they were in. "I mean-- sorry-- I am FINE!" She pulled another face at the gentleman, who didn't seem inclined to rape her: at least, not YET! An apologetic face, so she hoped, but still-- a face she was pulling, in fact, as if she was disgusted by something in the lift.

At any rate, she finally managed to relax her face, and just simply.... smile at the gentleman, who was still behaving like a perfect gentleman, in spite of her own piss-poor behaviour: which piss-poor behaviour she apologised for again, of course: "I'm so sorry, there, sir...!" she murmured, softly, reaching out to pat the man's heavily tattooed arm.