That's not what I meant! [ He's taking no comfort in her struggle against his grip, and his arm slacks. Banagher isn't really finding an intelligent way to say that he sensed her running, escaping, long before she'd crashed headlong into him, either. Definitely nothing logical that might make her more inclined to trust him. ]

I'm... not really supposed to be here either. So at least let me help you with this. [ He turns her arm up to indicate her bloody palms. ] And then you can go, if that's what you want to do.