Everything in his HUD is red. So red. His jaw hardware was barely hanging on, his skin mesh on his face and neck were ripped, and the plates of said neck were crunched with the broken tubes peeking out between them on his left side. With his hit and her staggering back, York also lurches backwards a few paces and almost falling.

Thirium dribbles down into his hoodie and shirt, before he reaches up to finally pinch them closed long enough turn that section of hardware off.

"I know I have a bad attitude and a mouth that gets me into trouble but even I wouldn't assault someone over it!" He starts taking steps backwards. The closest place that could be safety was the hotel. The library was too far for certain and if he was lucky, Richie might be home in their shared room. His hands go into his hoodie pouch, finding his communicator device. He needs to message Richie. Or maybe even Reeve. "Look, I'm just gonna go and delete this fucking encounter."

If she even let him go.