Angie looked down, around, and down again. Furs littered the floor, and one could see all the hard work gone into cleaning said furs have been vanquished by the muddy floor. She had seen a man make off with the hide and was too embarrassed to meet the storeowner's eyes. The fact remained though, that she had knocked over his stall and he deserved a proper - if not profuse - apology. She looked up again and saw the eyes of twenty or so strangers staring right at her. Angie nervously smiled and waved. Move on out! There's nothing to see here! Some got the message and moved on out, others gave a tentative wave back. Still others made sure to sneer in disgust for a good degree, and made deliberate efforts to swish their skirt tails away from her. Oh... her eyebrows raised in a mixture of innocent surprise. She began picking up the furs. "I'm so sorry!" she rambled. "I'll pay..." her voice trailed off as she finally met his stormy gray eyes, "for... it... all," she weekly finished. Looks like I picked the wrong stall to bump into...