It sucks a lot to be Nux. He stares at the object of his long-time crush on the floor, and it looks like she's hit her elbow in a way that really hurt. That's all his fault.

He extends a shaky hand to help her up, but then he thinks that maybe he should refrain from looking like he's even thinking about touching her.

"UH... uh! Sorry! I wasn't trying to grope you or anything!" he insists, voice panicky. "I... my mouth looks diseased, and I had to go to the bathroom. I mean... uh, get to the bathroom, not like that...!"

This is just getting worse.

"I... I should get you some ice."

There's a nearby ice sculpture. It's a swan. He's pretty sure he can at least chip the head off or something with a fork.