I didn't mean you should give me your food. ( he puts it down on the counter, wisely keeping the distance she's set between them. he puts his hands on the counter next to the food and fixes her with a look. his own arm is still cold but he'd backed up much quicker than she had. he can't even imagine what she must feel like. )

Your hand hurt? ( even if she says it doesn't, he knows it has to. ) What's your name? Unless you'd prefer I just keep calling you kid.