As she stared at the blood pouring out of the man's face, Luna felt her stomach twist up in knots. She wasn't one to have a weak stomach at most things, no, but blood was one thing that always made her feel like she was going to be sick. A hand was already moving to cover her mouth, and closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, swallowing hard as she tried to focus.

She had punched him.

He was bleeding.

She had to fix this before someone else saw. Taking another deep breath, she lowered her hand, forcing herself to look back at the man before her. The scene wasn't getting any easier to look at, but it was a mess of her own making, and as he said himself, he had just been trying to help. If that was true, he hadn't deserved a bloody nose, but maybe next time he would think twice before just grabbing a woman like that.

" . . . Here." Reaching in her bag, she pulled out a tissue, holding it out while glancing back towards the diner with her nose scrunched. She was really trying to keep it together with so much blood pouring down his face, but she had no one to blame but herself. It wasn't even two seconds after he took it, though, that she was already starting to head back down the alleyway, fishing for her keys. She didn't know where he had come from, but at the same time, she didn't care -- just as long as they stopped the bleeding.

"We can go into the diner to get you cleaned up and get some ice for your face."