Alma leaned down, his calloused palm extended to you as he towered over your trembling form. His red eyebrows were pulled taut together, leaving his expression marked with worry.

“..Damn. Hey, err… You uh.. okay?”

He asked softly, watching as your still-shocked eyes slowly rose to lock with his. He never expected a Maga to attack one of the plazas nearby in the evening, especially not on his way home. Alma wouldn’t tell you, but he found the ordeal a bit annoying, considering how he was so close to chowing down on some takeout he snagged from the Hourai Chinese Restaurant once he got home.

It wasn’t your fault though — he knew that. And so, he pulled you up with his hand, sighing in relief once he realized you hadn’t been dangerously injured from the attack. You couldn’t see, but he discreetly dusted off some of the residue that had occurred after he quickly dealt with the Maga.

“Yeesh, sorry about that. These things are gettin’ outta control, yeah? I’m assumin’ you ain’t hurt or nothin’..”

Alma says with a small chuckle despite sweatdropping, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to play everything off casually to put you more at ease. The sun was beginning to set by now, streams of sunlight highlighting his messy, carmine red hair.

Looks like he’d have to report this to Tao and the others..