A bit startled, Amy reached for Grayson's hand, turning around to face him.

"I'm okay," she smiled, "they had me for a good moment but I eventually got the upper hand. Well, not so much me, but my armor. Who knows what would have happened if I didn't have it."

Still holding on to his hand, Amy pulled Grayson along as she walked towards the stairs to go to the upper deck, away from mostly everyone else. 

"I'm gonna assume it went much better for you than it went for me?"