Carefully, she inched her hand closer and closer, trying to figure out the best way to grav the utensil without the risk of doing any damage in risky contact. Her fingers twitched as she finally touched the cold metal, quivering still. Unfortunately, as she drew back, she came close to stumbling due to her shaking form, and had to grip the counter to stop herself from tripping up.
Consequently, her hand flopped forward in the action, and knocked against Mitch's arm, direct skin contact being made.
This...immediately causing to the flail anxiously, eyes wide and fearful.
"SorrysorrysorryIdidn'tmeanto!" she babbled quickly, now shaky and really worried for the others well being, and began praying to every deity imaginable inside her head that Mitch wasn't going to suddenly drop to the floor due to catching any misfortune from her.