The Quiet was caught by the woman, but by the time he had regained his balance the damage was done. His yellow eye had been exposed, when he was falling and he was now in her debt for catching him. On top of it all, this was the first time he was this close to a woman, and he couldn't help but notice the distinct touch of a woman. Soft, gentle, yet firm enough to represent this other person's will.
He felt nervousness, shame and embarrassment well up in side of him, but he would not be just another fool to play into this act. He wouldn't cry out stuttering, or end up starring mouth a gape. He couldn't hide his surprise and embarrassment while he was falling, but he collected himself before she spoke the word 'hello'.
His expression had returned to it's usual scowl, as he looked up to her in silence. The only difference was that he was blushing, which with his pale skin, was very obvious. He couldn't control such a thing, no matter how composed he tried to be, but his hands had already let go of anything he might have grabbed onto. He didn't even bother to see, or feel, where he had grabbed onto, since he understood that the answer could only have been bad or worse.
He was gently pushed off soon after a short pause, he stepped away with it. It was more like he was guided away, rather than pushed. He couldn't deny that he was slightly disappointed, but he'd never admit it. Not even to himself.
After being pushed off, he closed his eyes and straightened out his shirt with his hands. Though after he was done, it still looked disheveled and unkempt. He then looked her into the eyes, with his usual unsociable contempt.
When she mentioned 'walking off again,' that was exactly what he had wanted to do. He didn't owe her an apology or anything else, it was her fault he had embarrassed himself after all. She was the one who jumped out in front of him like a crazy person, but for some reason he didn't do that just yet. Something about her... she had definitely made an impression on him, but for what purpose?
He closed his eyes again, and let out an exasperated sigh. What did she want from him? What ever it was, he was determined not to give it to her, but he would at least listen to her.
When he opened his eyes, he looked her straight in the eyes again, to prevent his eyes from wandering. He then threw out his arms to the sides in the universal 'what' gesture.