[How Marianne hadn't noticed the woman who stands over half a foot taller than her is anyone's guess. The distractions around Libertas are plentiful, and Marianne's never been much of an urbanite even back home. She's much more comfortable in the countryside or the woods.

At least the person she's bumped into is kind about it, going so far as to deflect some of the blame off of Marianne and onto herself.]

That was my problem too. I really am sorry I wasn't watching where I was going.

[Even so, Marianne can't help but over-apologize.]

I'm fine. Are you? I didn't step on your foot or anything, did I?