"Woah!" So much for intense concern, and the rising of the meter. While theatrical nosebleeds rarely stain, you still don't want to get nailed by one. (And was it green? Green? What in the heck?) Kenzaki windmills backwards, his retreat halted when he bumps back against a desk.

"Uh..." And now he's going to fail this if he doesn't somehow get the mood back on track. His Moe-Meter is wavering uncertainly as he scrambles to compose himself. "I... I didn't think it was that big a deal!"