Anthony flinched as she dropped the tray. Well. At least that served as a confirmation for him that she was that girl. Provided that they were thinking of the same thing, of course. "Oh. Well. It's fine, I guess," he said. He's been beat up by teenagers so many times, now, that it feels routine to him. "okay, but really. Are you, like.....alright?" Because he was getting this vibe that she wasn't alright.