It’s fine, don’t worry about it.
Okay. *picks up the books and magazines she dropped* Did you find what you were looking for?

I don’t know if they’ll have any here.
They have a small snack bar. They might have ice.

That might be a good idea.
*hels her over to a chair* Do you want me to get you some ice?


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I’m okay. [takes her hand and gets back on her feet, wincing a little] I think I twisted my ankle a bit. I’ll be fine though.
Maybe you should sit down.

[carrying a stack of books] Excuse me, pardon me, oh shit. [trips and falls]
Riss are you okay? *places her magazines down and holds a hand down for her*
