[It's like the masters of her fate want Bella to be consistently hurtling into random, kindly, attractive strangers like she's in the beginning of a romcom. Granted, it kind of worked the first time -- except that was in a high school science class, so even this near-latte-disaster is an upgrade.
Even so, Bella practically dislocates a kneecap trying to twist out of the way, stumbling a couple times and instinctively reaching to grab at the young woman's steadying hand.] I-I'm okay. [She deeply, profoundly, is not, but whatever.] Sorry. I'm -- yeah, I'm pretty lost, I think.
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Even so, Bella practically dislocates a kneecap trying to twist out of the way, stumbling a couple times and instinctively reaching to grab at the young woman's steadying hand.] I-I'm okay. [She deeply, profoundly, is not, but whatever.] Sorry. I'm -- yeah, I'm pretty lost, I think.