[Blitzkrieg]

The fact that the male's cigarettes fell to the ground only made her feel all the worse about running into him. Sure the impact had been a bit worse for the young fallen herself, being so small in comparison, but she still hadn't been paying any attention to where she was going. After regaining her footing and mumbling her apology, she made an effort to slip past as unnoticed as possible. The less interaction she had with these humans the better.

At the feeling of long fingers gripping against her shoulder, Della instinctively tensed and nearly jumped in surprise, spinning to look at the male with what might have been fear in her eyes if you looked closely enough. With all the conflict she'd endured so far, the femme had learned not to trust anyone all too much. Where she'd been sure he would have yelled or scolded her though, the man with the unruly hair only seemed to reassure her. Confused by his kindness, she merely blinked, shoulders lowering a bit, guard slipping down slightly as she tilted her head curiously up at the male.

Glancing down to herself then, she noted the coat, something nobody else seemed to be wearing. "Uhm...because I'm cold.." she stated then, her voice soft, still timid as she tugged nervously at the sleeves of her coat then. With that, the former angel brought a scarf up to wrap about her mouth and nose, glancing to the side and away from the man who seemed perplexed. "I'm cold and it smells in this city..." she spoke, barely more than a whisper then, only telling the truth thus far. Her body simply wasn't adjusting to this environment, and the stench of humans seemed to be everywhere.

Crimson eyes moved to the box in his arms then and she pointed. "I'm sorry about you...er..box." Taking a step back then, she lowered her head. "I should leave you be now." she tried once more to retreat.