Nux feels bad enough already without the judgment and ire of all the eyes on them. The wince on her face is life a knife in his chest, and he bites his scarred up lip and turns to head toward that ice sculpture...

...only to face what looks, essentially, like a bonafide angry mob. He's shoved away, and wide-eyed, he holds his hands up helplessly.

"It...it was an accident! I d-didn't mean to!" he stammers as the angry voice's beefy owner glares him down and advances threateningly.