Echo balked backwards when he lunged at her, hands going up in self-defense. A small squeak escaped her when he began pulling down her shirt, so surprised her mind fell over itself in shock. Her arm was yanked out of the sleeve and she blushed bright red at her state of undress. He hardly seemed to notice as he was focusing intently on the scratch on her arm. Once he was done she tore her arm away and quickly pulled her shirt back down, scooting away as fast as she could until she met a wall.