She startles in turn, flinching back and tucking her hands in close to her chest. Of course he doesn't want her touching him. Of course. "Sorry," she says bitterly, not moving to help him again. If he wants to struggle with his stupid spell component cords by himself, it can be one hundred percent his problem. She can absolutely do that for him. "I was just trying to help," she mutters before clenching her jaw. She's not hurt. She refuses to be hurt. If anything, she's angry, because he's being a stupid prejudiced human and that's his problem, right?

Rocking back again and turning her attention away from him in a forced business-like fashion, she shucks off her backpack and reaches into it, grabbing a garment that apparently just happens to be the first thing her hand touches and swinging it around over her shoulders. As she ties the short cloak in place everything that is inhuman about her fades from sight or changes to a more 'natural' color, leaving her a pale young human woman.

"There," she says sharply, glaring at him. Just let him flinch away from her now. "Better? May I help now?"