Michelle sighed in relief, knowing that she had managed to save at least somebody. Still, it cost her quite a bit of dust and ammo, and she needed to restock when she got the chance. She slung Artemis behind her shoulder, then thought about getting her spare cloak and glasses when she got back to Beacon. She then turned toward her partner Gerald when he spoke to her, and was surprised to see him bowing and apologizing to her. She really didn't know what to say at first, and instead just looked away. Embarrassed, she unconsciously blushed as she placed a hand behind her head and said, "Uh, well, it's not, um, entirely your fault. I-I should have, um, kept better watch of myself." She cleared her throat of an imaginary blockage, then continued, "You don't need to blame yourself." She started twirling a lock of hair around her finger, which was an old habit she did occasionally.