[Armin doesn't try to hit her again. In fact, for a moment he just freezes, half in panic, half in exhaustion, which makes it all the more easy to heave him over the threshold by his pack. And as she does so, he cannot help but notice, in a small region of his brain not grippe by panic, that she is helping him, that she helped him while he was out in the wasteland and that she is helping him now when she could've so easily left him to die.
Once he is manhandled over the threshold, Armin doesn't immediately respond, giving her the chance to properly close the door and himself the chance to force down the panic and fogging exhaustion and actually think. She helped him. Twice. She also seems to have some sort of crude spear, which means that if she wanted to rob him or kill him, she could've easily done it already when he was on his knees. But she hadn't. Instead she had pulled him inside, saving him from sure death.
He chances another glance up at her face, and while it is still startling and like nothing he has ever seen or heard of, it is the face of his unlikely rescuer.]
Sorry. You-- you startled me.
[Which is the diplomatic way of saying nearly made me piss my pants.]
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Once he is manhandled over the threshold, Armin doesn't immediately respond, giving her the chance to properly close the door and himself the chance to force down the panic and fogging exhaustion and actually think. She helped him. Twice. She also seems to have some sort of crude spear, which means that if she wanted to rob him or kill him, she could've easily done it already when he was on his knees. But she hadn't. Instead she had pulled him inside, saving him from sure death.
He chances another glance up at her face, and while it is still startling and like nothing he has ever seen or heard of, it is the face of his unlikely rescuer.]
Sorry. You-- you startled me.
[Which is the diplomatic way of saying nearly made me piss my pants.]