Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

Colt didn't have the grace to feel bad for the reaction his words garnered; he'd always been thoughtless in his remarks.  But he did move closer, and as she stood still, he took in her awful appearance.  He did not shrink away from it; injuries like this had obviously come from a terrible accident or a magnificent fight, and both of these interested him a great deal.  She didn't answer; it occured to him that perhaps she could not.  Too bad.  He would have liked to have heard her tale.

"Do you need anything?" He asked finally, taking a step back to appraise her fully once more.  It did not appear as though she did, but he felt the need to ask; he was a decent sort, despite his earlier remarks, and the question was well-intentioned.  He didn't really expect an answer to this either.