The reaction is so visceral that Garnet finds herself dropping her phone again, startled. What kind of trouble could this woman be in, if she was so against getting help? If she tried to get help anyway, could she be putting herself in danger somehow? Was it worth a risk?

Not wanting to make anything unintentionally worse, she grabs her cell and shoves it back into her pocket. Unfortunately, this means she’s back to square one. She can’t in good conscience not try to help, though she’s certain she’s not exactly qualified. Food is the only request, and though it seems to Garnet that she might have a few more problems than that, at least it’s something relatively easy to do. Her apartment is less than a block away, she could easily go grab something to eat and bring it back… But should she leave this woman here to fend for herself until then?

She leans again, trying to get a closer look at this woman in the dark, though it's difficult. She certainly seems light enough that Garnet could easily carry her, but if something else had happened to her, if she had any injuries, it might do more harm than good to move her. “Are you hurt?” she asks, hovering, trying to get a better read of the woman's condition herself.