"I-I-I'm sorry, I j-j-just get panicky s-s-sometimes, i-i-t's not your f-f-fault, it's m-m-ine." She stumbled her way through the sentence. She didn't know exactly what the cause of her panic was, was it his good looks? Was it her fear of him? She didn't know the answer, but what she did know is that she felt bad. "h-h-hey, I need to t-t-take a shower too, I got shot in the leg" She said, feeling slightly calmer now. She stumbled towards him and said "I don't think the leg brace made you a cripple, I think it made you a h-h-h-hero." She said, standing next to him.