[Unfortunately for her, he's the kind of idiot who enjoys doing trying for a four minute mile so he can't see why someone would look so appalling unless they were close to dying. He pats the hand holding onto his arm in what he hopes is a reassuring manner before considering if she'll get annoyed at manhandling her up. He'll give her a minute.]
Really, the swearin' is what's worrying ya?
[Sounds more amused than annoyed because that's a good sign that she's not dying. Once she looks less red he offers his hand that isn't on the arm she's clinging onto to help her up.]
Right, sort yaself out and then climb on. Just to warn ya, I ain't a horse and will be choosing the speed myself.
[That's a joke but still true. He won't go around telling anyone about this, so she shouldn't worry...unless she upsets him at some point, then all bets are off.]
Re: Battle Royale - Day 10
Really, the swearin' is what's worrying ya?
[Sounds more amused than annoyed because that's a good sign that she's not dying. Once she looks less red he offers his hand that isn't on the arm she's clinging onto to help her up.]
Right, sort yaself out and then climb on. Just to warn ya, I ain't a horse and will be choosing the speed myself.
[That's a joke but still true. He won't go around telling anyone about this, so she shouldn't worry...unless she upsets him at some point, then all bets are off.]