As the angel had introduced himself with a goofy little bow, Clarissa couldn't help but think he must be young for a higher being. As a girl, she'd pictured angels as graceful and confident, and Kyle so far had seemed as if he had not quite got there yet. Those were quick thoughts which passed through her mind as she shifted to move before taking his hand. She'd never actually believed in angels, but here was one right in front of her - indirectly and unintentionally mocking her with his existence.
Just as she was standing and brushing herself off since her cotton leggings tended to clench at any form of dirt it could, she considered the rest of his words - finding a bit of irratation in them but was successful in her attempt to keep it from showing on her face as she by reflecting on the curiousity of his hand being so warm. Instead of commenting on the idea that things certainly would have been different if he'd not appeared, she just looked up at his seemingly innocent face as he thought to himself a moment.
That is when he was scanning over her body, and her instinctive nature cased her to place a hand on her hip and a scowl on her face just before he said something about addressing her wounds, causing her face to relax in somewhat relief as she looked down at her knee. Brushing it lightly, she considered her first aid kit at her apartment, but wasn't sure she wanted to go back there with a regular guest, let alone an angel. It probably wasn't supposed to be habitable, but the owner leased it out anyway.
Instead, she blinked at the realization of his final words and looked up at him, angry tears forming in her eyes again as she looked back up at him and almost shouted. "You ... you didn't think this through before you pummled me to the roof and scabbed up my elbows and knee? This is the least of my worries," She gestured to her wounds, "which could have been avoided and my entire life erased in the process if you'd just left me alone."
Her voice fell as the finished, casting her eyes down as she gripped at her upper arm with a scraped up hand. Releasing a sigh after just a moment, she muttered, "I had no plans past ten minutes ago, obviously ... but I don't want this to get infected since I'm being forced to stick around. I can't afford a hospital bill."
With her last words, she began to head towards the door she'd entered the roof from just moments earlier. Auto-pilot set her on the course towards her apartment as numbness settled in almost instantly. She didn't spare a glance back as she released her arm to reach for the door handle which led to the stairwell off the roof.