[ She's speaking now, but not much. It's probably the shock of everything—the fluctuating gravity and the fear of death when she saw All Might flying at her. It's difficult to tell whether she's a civilian or a combatant, but what he can gather is that she's young and it doesn't matter to him if the source of her trauma is his near-collision with her or Japan's recent loss to Belgium—he feels responsible for her now. ]

I apologize if I startled you. [ His smile remains despite his concern, almost sheepish as he looks down at her. ] This up and down gravity certainly is difficult to predict!

[ With a laugh, he starts to shift so that he's no longer caging her against the wall, feet planting against the "floor" (which is just another wall) so that he can hold out a hand for her to take, ready to cradle her like the Japan's fragile World Cup dreams. ]

I suggest we hold onto one another. That way there's less of a chance of us crashing into each other if the gravity changes again.