Aoi's adrenaline-filled dickpunch was quickly followed by a realization--the swimmer hadn't wanted to hurt anyone, even if the situation sort of called for it. All at once, she seemed to piece together the sequence of events and register what she'd just done.

"Oowada!" Oh no. Oh no.

Still dazed from her fall down the stairs, she brought herself to her feet and hovered over him. Unsure of what to do. "Oowada, are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"