[She doesn't shout but she doesn't have to. The fear spikes in a way he wasn't expecting, causing a sharp inhale like the floor's dropped out on him. There's a sharp crack and a crunch as he snaps his eyeliner pencil to bits in his hand.]

Oh-oh. My sincerest apologies, sister Katherine.

[He didn't even think. Why must he be such a fool?

He opens his palm to inspect the damage and frowns. Stupid highblood strength. His eyeliner is ruined... He shoves it back in the bag and rubs his hand clean on his thigh. There's little pricks of indigo but that's alright.

He returns his focus to Katherine, starting to reach out, hesitating just a moment, then completing the motion of placing a hand on her.]

Be at ease, my sister, for you are safe here. I shall let none harm thee. [His frown deepens.] Why such response in thee, I wonder.