Grant let out a minor grin, still slightly woozy from the whole experience. He watched her fall down slightly, cursing his actions in a low tone. Slowly bringing himself to his feet, however staggering upon doing so, he once again towered over the woman. [color=007236]"Well...Next time, don't ask me for help...Maybe you could just leave it in there, or worse...bleed out?"[/color] He carried that same grin on his face as he had done in previous encounters. [color=007236]"You don't exactly seem like the ideal injury candidate, do you?"[/color] He squatted down again, looking at the slightly battered gear that was barely hanging onto her waist. Grant's eyes narrowed dearly, as he placed a large hand on one of the Gas Chambers on the 3DMG. He held it for roughly seven seconds, his eyes trailing leftwards towards the sky. Thoughts buzzed through his mind as he spoke out the results, regardless if she was listening or not. [color=007236]"Your Gas tank is...warm. If it's warm...then..."[/color] He paused, removing his hand. Grant began to chuckle deeply to himself, knowing that it was more than humorous to find out her crucial mistake. [color=007236]"You went head-to-head against a Titan...With barely, if any, gas. Geez, you'd think I was wrong for saying shit like you think to quickly....But you definitely think too quickly!"[/color] By common initiative, he held out his right hand, gesturing a help up for whenever she wasn't going to complain in utter pain. [color=007236]"I think you'll find we've got something to speak about...as well as you saying thanks, which I'm still waiting for..."[/color]