When his hand lashed back, Agatha moved quick. She wasn't a Jager, she wasn't Zeetha, but she had been trained by both, and besides this wasn't fighting this was more like... moving quickly. So she jumped back, grabbing the spanner from her belt and bringing it back so his knuckles hit the metal tool, rather than her face.

"I don't need help, but thank you for the offer would have sufficed," she said a bit primly from behind him, crossing her arms, spanner still in hand.

She stood there, early-mid twenties, long green skirt, long green vest over a white silk shirt, marked here and there with grease. Her look was somewhat... archaic, almost antiquated, though she herself was young. Well...

She gazed at him through her glasses, waiting for his reaction, ready to jump away again, if she had to.