"Wait!" He'd shouted at, as if this might persuade it to refrain from tumbling into harms way. But everyone knows an acrobat is a maverick and a rebel--they listen to nobody--and thus the hat wound up right, smack dab, where Miles did not want it to be. In fact, the very idea that he had to go and claim it potentially putting himself into harms way or in the arms of the law, despite it being next to some weepy blonde with dreamy blue eyes, made his heart answer the thunderous gallop of bulls.
"Don't go into the lights!" He swiped up the hat and stood tall, dusting it off liberaly, and then securing it once again onto his addled head. "Pardon me, miss. I apologize for an extension of myself unintentionally touching your person."