She just about jumped back when he whirled on her, determinedly trying to keep herself calm so Necro wouldn't intervene. She wasn't in danger. He was just startled and it was obvious enough he didn't mean it. Dizzy gently clasped her hands in front of her chest and gave him a smile back.

"Yes, I did," she answered as she took small steps forward again. "You don't have to apologize, I should have—"

With him facing her properly and her focus no longer on being as unthreatening as possible, she belatedly realized he only had one arm. Dizzy couldn't hide her surprise. She interrupted herself mid-sentence to worriedly ask, "Are you okay? Your arm— are you hurt?"