Grant looked up as she walked away. "No, we didn't scare her off, I scared her off. She's Japanese..." He whispered to her. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I've been doing this a lot haven't I? I'm down to like, three pencils. Soon I'll have to fi-" He cut off as he saw her going for his acid puddle. The pencil he held was turned as he felt panic rush through him. His acid was strong. He was sure it could leave a chunk of her finger gone. His body was so used to it, but hers wasn't. He leaned over and pushed her hand away with his gloved hand, his bare hand touching the new acid puddle. He quickly drew himself back, holding his bare hand, and trying to get the acid off.