[ The hand that comes up to help her keep her balance brushes at her elbow, but does little more than that; in the cooler weather of Nocwich, there's no need to keep his heat sinks uncovered, and Boothill resembles any other Summoned decked out in a Free Cities uniform. His hands, with the metal articulated joints, are the only tell that reveals his cyborg body, those and his visible eye with that glowing reticle like a sniper's scope. His affect is casual, lightly concerned for the woman who had nearly ricocheted off his shoulder. ]
nocwich;
Whoa there, easy now, gal. What's the rush?