He declined her offer to help, but Luna simply dropped her hand and walked away to the kitchen. She understood, and in truth, she would've been hesitant, too. He had tried to help her, and she had thrown a punch his way. She knew better than most what it was like to try and help someone, only to be hit in return, and as she entered the kitchen and grabbed a baggie as she headed to the freezer, she did her best to supress those feelings.

Opening the freezer, the blonde took a slow, deep breath. The cold air helped ground her, but as memories of digging through her own freezer for ice for her own face started to resurface, she closed her eyes, shaking her head. She was fine. There was no reason for her to be flashing back now, and moving a little quicker, she filled the bag before heading back towards the man, snagging a towel on her way. Now that she could get a better look at him, as well as how much blood was covering his face and shirt, more guilt started to eat at her. He really hadn't deserved what she had done, and holding the two objects out to him, she glanced back towards the phone.

"Here . . . this should help at least a little. I can call someone if you want."

She didn't even know this man, yet here she was, offering to help him. Typically, she would have told him to eat the dirt he had crossed to get to her, but there was something about the way he had stepped up against a man almost twice his size to defend her when she had been able to take him down with a single punch that had her second guessing herself. He had almost a kicked puppy demeanor to him at the moment, and maybe those sad eyes paired with his confidence when he had stepped up to Ned was messing with her head.