The bump had only been a light one -- and not entirely Penny's fault. Savannah had been lost in her own thoughts, focused on the curious quandary she had found herself facing. There was a yogurt in one hand with a tinted water bottle dangling from the fingertips; in the other was a simple sandwich. Like Penny, she wasn't at all sure she trusted the school lunches.
The collision caused the water bottle to leap forward, landing on the floor with a definite crack that drew glances from those sitting nearby. Savannah's frown was a thoughtful one, her expression a touch embarrassed as she bent over to examine the dropped bottle.
"I wasn't paying any attention either," she began as she scooped up the plastic container. "No harm done." There was, she noted, a steady drip from the top of the container now. Doubtless, the impact had knocked some of the threading loose. Well, that was an easy fix. She lifted her eyes back to Penny, putting on a smile. "What about you? Are you okay?"