Being caught was a pleasant surprise; visions of losing her teeth against a rack of magazines or cracking her neck on the counter had flashed before her eyes. Being picked up, however, was not so pleasant. "何やってんだよ?!" Umeka blurted, then flushed. This person probably couldn't understand her, but still she felt horrible for being so rude.

"Here is perfectly fine," she murmured, arms latched at her sides. "I'm so sorry for bumping into you. For crashing into you, really. Your reflexes are fantastic. You should be very proud of them."

Perhaps you should be less quick to pluck people off the ground, Umeka considered adding, but then he might have saved her teeth... She smiled awkwardly instead.