At least he had the decency to look embarrassed by his actions! Though perhaps in retrospect it was not the worst name someone had called her. She was in the process of wiping away her tears with her sleeve – she'd given her handkerchief to one of her patients and forgot to ask for it back – when he mumbled something, clearly in a different language which caused her breath to hitch in her throat. She paused, looking up from her sleeve. "W-what?" Her question was covered up by the presence of more hiccups.

After hearing his apology in a language she could understand, Mabel set about wiping her tears away again. Her nose was likely extremely red now, so she hoped the cover of the night might aid in making her look somewhat decent. She would have been content to accept it and move on (honestly, anything to get rid of these blasted hiccups!), had it not been for the fact that she looked up at the exact moment he reached a hand out to her. She jumped slightly and took another step back, eyes wide as she watched the movement of his hand. "I — what?" She could only say again, this time out of shock more than confusion. But she didn't want to slap him again! What kind of woman did he think she was?

"I - I don't want to slap you!" She squeaked in the midst of another hiccup.

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