(Here have this Kirkwall shenanigan: Vega, knocked back hard by the run-in, staggering and dropping the contents of her arms with a great, offended gasp. She is a slight woman, pale-faced and flushed with annoyance. In reaction she says,)
Beg pardon — (In a way that is definitely pissed off and not at all apologetic —none of this was her fault — and then she shrieks,) oh!
(Because there go her things, an assortment of paper bags twisted at their ends cascading out of her arms to hit the stones in front of them as she catches her balance. One of them falls into a great big puddle and is soaked through almost instantly.)
Kirkwall
Beg pardon — (In a way that is definitely pissed off and not at all apologetic —none of this was her fault — and then she shrieks,) oh!
(Because there go her things, an assortment of paper bags twisted at their ends cascading out of her arms to hit the stones in front of them as she catches her balance. One of them falls into a great big puddle and is soaked through almost instantly.)