Rafe allowed herself to be dragged along by the girl. She stared, bemused, when the girl pointed to the fallen groceries. Then she looked back to the girl, then to groceries, then back to the girl, and then her mind finally put it together and her face turned so red she tugged at her hat to hide it.
"Oh...oh shi-jeez-these are yours, aren't they?" Her shoulders slumped for a second before she quickly reached down to pick some of the scattered items up. "They might still be okay-mostly...
She bit her lip as she held up a package of eggs, yolk leaking out of it.