"I'm glad you're okay, but... how can I not worry— how are you not hurt— how are you still standing?" His questions blur all together in trying to sort his out his thoughts, and he presses his lips tightly together to cut himself off. It doesn't look like Chloe is hurt at all; it looked more like she'd leaped into the air like a cricket leaps to safety at the slow approach of a shoe.

Deep breaths. Being more shaken than Chloe, who'd almost gotten hit by a car, is unsightly of him. Though she's already standing, Ryoji reaches for her hand again, as if wanting to make sure she doesn't suddenly get carried off with the breeze again.

"We should get away from the street for now," he suggests. "Were you going somewhere? Let me walk with you."