[With her hands free, she's quick to do that obligatory sort of friendly looking-over that people tend to do when they've accidentally bumped someone: hands slightly raised, like she's ready to steady the little girl if she wobbles, or catch her if god forbid she falls over.]
I'm fine, really, it was my fault.
[You know, something about this girl looks oddly familiar, but she can't place it. Maybe because she's not bawling her eyes out and getting people chucked into pools, hmm. Well, anyway.]
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I'm fine, really, it was my fault.
[You know, something about this girl looks oddly familiar, but she can't place it.
Maybe because she's not bawling her eyes out and getting people chucked into pools, hmm.Well, anyway.]What's your name? I'm Cynthia.