*he doesn't try to grab her and keep her still; at the talking of toxins he decides it's best not to touch her for now*

Who shot you? *he might have to go return the favor, though mentioning a laser reminded him of someone he'd recently met*

*more frowning from Blaine, the most you've probably ever seen him do* It'd be faster to carry you, but I don't want your toxins melting me into some puddle of blonde goo.