Her body was trembling as she knelt there, just trying to catch her breath in the aftermath of her rage. With it burned down to smolders, she felt...empty at the moment, quiet.

With a little bit of reluctance she looks up at him and for a moment, she looks innocent and lost which was only added to by her deceptively youthful appearance. A few moments later, it was dashed away and replaced with a quietly calm look. She took his offered hand and let him help her up.

From her fit of rage, her hands were a bloody raw mess with the white gloves she usually wore stained crimson with shards sticking out. Yet, she wasn't wincing from pain. Obviously she felt it, but... Rip was ignoring it. This was the quiet after the storm passed.

"Just.. get me out of here und zomevhere more pleasant..please."