Aoife stared at Victor hard, her small but fully-capable fist curling up into a more dangerous stance. The fresh air had done her some good but the feeling of being trapped had not disappeared and she was going to get out, whether Victor liked it or not. If she was a little more stable, hitting the kind German boy would have appalled her but at this point, she was willing to use any tactic to get past him and open that door.

Might I add in here a pretty good life lesson - don't sneak up and grab a coiled snake, even if it is only small and looks harmless. If the other guy had maybe played it a little safer and stood, calmly introducing himself before he implored her to sit down, her desperate mind probably would have listened to him, but a desperate mind is a dangerous one and he had endangered her. Although Aoife could hear what he said, asking her to sit down, her hatred of being touched was an old thought with deep roots - there was no memories that could override that. The memories did alter some things though, one of which being her reaction to perceived danger. Wide-eyed and startled, her mind reverted to the flight-or-fight instincts.

Flight was impossible in this tight-space with Victor against the door so, her only option was to fight. Turning with a surprising speed, her first punch fired out in a shallow curve, missing him by mere inches due to the fact that he was on the ground. Unfortunately for him, the second punch wasn't as inaccurate.

Catching his jaw, her punch wasn't hard enough to be considered overly painful as it has more than likely damaged Aoife more than it had damaged him, but the fact that she had caught him by surprise was the critical part. Shaking herself so that he would drop her arm, she took a step back with wide-eyes, her trapped-feelings deepening as she backed against the far-wall.