Stone/Juliette
"My apologies," Juliette repeated, her eyes still downcast. How clumsy. And the dress Lady Demiel had insisted she wear - it was a marvel it hadn't ended up around her ears. It would certainly be dusty, dirty from the roll. She had to start thinking before she acted.
The girl, her clothing somewhat shabby - not that Juliette had dared to look up at the person she had nearly toppled - was looking at her with something like curiosity. "Had I not," she felt the urge to explain, "I might have been injured. I am afraid I didn't see you standing there." Terrible oversight; her own annoyance at herself probably made her voice a few degrees colder than it needed to be, but the situation was just so awkward.