Owl just stared.
And stared.
And stared some more.
Somehow through the fight she had kept her cool, managed not to panic even when it felt her attacker might best her, and kept a clear head even when he'd rattled her brains. Beneath all that, though, she'd frankly been scared shitless. She'd taken on other lowlife thugs, but he was the first since Smed or Varian who actually stood a chance of winning.
For a terrifying moment, she thought he might, and then...well...she knew good and well what sorts of things could happen.
Now, as the adrenaline faded and she stared down at Herrick, and realized she was safe and had never even been in real danger, all that panic came rushing in somewhat delayed--and with it, a spark of anger.
With a sudden growl, she punched him in the jaw. "You bastard! You scared the SHIT outta me!"