[Maybe she doesn't look it...but the way her tone changes? The way she's speaking, changes?

A brief look of terror flits across the boy's expression for just a fraction of a second as he jerks back away from Chica, his whole body flinching. There's guilt there too, hidden up underneath it all.]

I-...I didn't ask for anybody's help! And...and I only...

I was just trying to defend myself! If you weren't chasing me, I wouldn't...wouldn't have...