[Klaus isn't at all bothered by the glass as he pushes himself up from the ground. His ankle hurts, but he doesn't think he's sprained it - just twisted it up a little. It'll get better after some walking around.
He makes a shooing motion with one hand at the girl, hoping to get her to back away from the rest of the glass. She doesn't need to risk cutting herself on his behalf. If he gets a few glass splinters in his hands he'll pick them out as they go. It'll keep his fingers occupied.]
It's fine, I'm not made of paper.
[Though it seems like it sometimes when it comes to certain things.]
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[Klaus isn't at all bothered by the glass as he pushes himself up from the ground. His ankle hurts, but he doesn't think he's sprained it - just twisted it up a little. It'll get better after some walking around.
He makes a shooing motion with one hand at the girl, hoping to get her to back away from the rest of the glass. She doesn't need to risk cutting herself on his behalf. If he gets a few glass splinters in his hands he'll pick them out as they go. It'll keep his fingers occupied.]
It's fine, I'm not made of paper.
[Though it seems like it sometimes when it comes to certain things.]