Grizel, surprised at Daiki's sudden dragging, stumbled as she fled from the raining projectiles. Taking rest under a catapult, she sighed with relief, knowing that nothing else was likely to hit her for the moment.
"Ah, don't worry 'bout it," Grizel would have returned the smile, but she was currently poking at her face with disgust and worry. Did she even have time to wash it before that ceremony thing? "Saving my life's nothing to apologise for."

When the rag was offered however, Grizel immediately grabbed it and scrubbed at her face, hopefully getting rid of the worst of the grime. She sighed gratefully, holding the rag out for Daiki, then quickly retracted it when she noticed just how dirty she'd made it.
"Uh, sorry, did you need this? Um... I could, I dunno, wash it out for you or something?" Grizel offered with a concerned look. With a quick glance at the surrounding area, she added, "Though we should maybe make a break for it, too. Just in case."