Aelotte looked down at her talon. There were shards of glass in it. She merely looked embarrassed, annoyed and shocked that she didn't notice before, and had offered that hand. She reached over with her other, glass-free talon, blushing, avoiding eye contact and shrinking into herself. She then stood up, collected all the broken glass, and gave it to a warden to dispose of carefully, picking the glass out of it right in front of him and muttering 'sorry'. She returned to her seat. Not once did she cry out in pain, it showed in her face when she pulled the glass out but only the warden saw that.

"Well, that was a bad first impression. At least you didn't see me get in a fight..."