Feliks brushed out his skirt, inspecting his stockings--no, they were just fine. Good. Because he just bought those, and if they got messed up, he was going to have to hunt those jerks down!

"I've totally had worse," he told her, sounding altogether too carefree and peppy about it. There wasn't always someone else to step in, and his own power was a pretty recent development; he didn't accept that getting beat up was part of his life, because it was total bullshit, but he wasn't going to let it drag him down too much, either. "And you looked like you took a couple worse hits than me there... Utena, huh? I'm Feliks Łukasiewicz! C'mon, let's go get some smoothies!" He linked his arm with hers, and, unless she protested, strolled off towards the food court with her in tow.

The best revenge, after all, was living well, and it struck him at that particular moment that living well demanded smoothies.