The first thing Angie noticed about the girl was that her hair was red. Very red. But she didn't stare for long (or so she hoped), it wouldn't be polite! The fact that the girl was also very feminine - hair curled into perfect ringlets (could natural hair be that curly?), and prettily made dress (a sure sign of a middle if not upper class family) - didn't escape her. Now all she had to figure out was why the girl seemed to be in such rush.
"Don't worry about it," Angie assured. She checked herself for any visible signs of injury and gave the all-clear sign. "I'm fine." She smiled confidently to assuage the girl's fears. The girl asked if she should have been more careful, and Angie was quick to interject, "I don't think you could have been anymore careful than you already were."
"I ought to be at fault as well. I wasn't looking," she admitted sheepishly. "Thank you for your concern," she graciously pardoned. Angie didn't need to check to know her hair was a mess now, but brushing it out of her face, she wiped her hand on her dress before extending it in greeting, "Hello. I'm Evangeline."