[She whips her gaze in his direction, eyes still dark and stormy and fists still clenched. The green backpack she wears is a bit tattered; it looks like it's been through quite an adventure. She'd had her hair in a ponytail when she went in, but it seems she's disliked it enough to remove that hair band post-haste.
It's not the kid she hit, so her hands relax. She looks away from him.]
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It's not the kid she hit, so her hands relax. She looks away from him.]
Estoy bien.