Everything happens at once; glass hurtling, water splashing, little girl flying, and instinctively, he grabs the girl first, grabs her under her arms and lifts her high to keep her out of harm's way. The glass breaks with a tinkling sound, and it's only when he settles the girl against his collarbone that he notices the wetness in his lap. Porca miseria; as if he'd pissed himself.
She squirms a bit, and he's unsure whether to set her down and pat her.