The pure focus he had on keeping himself centered was all but lost when he felt the hand cinch the back of his shirt. It took him by surprise and King shot a look over his shoulder - his face maared with dried blood and clotted wounds - with eyes wide. "What the-" he exclaimed loudly. He was planning on giving the person a piece of his mind until King saw her face.

Breathing heavily, he angled around a bit more, the irritation tapering off to a mild look of annoyance, though perhaps more embarrassed that it probably looked like the guy had a deathwish. He didn't really. Well, only one person would argue that.

"I wasn't.. I'm not.." Suicidal? It wasn't entirely lost on him that might be assumed.