It was probably especially bad when it was someone you knew intimately. Or, at least as intimately as someone you went to school with, anyways. Though, to be fair, as Laney stood there rubbing her shoulder and holding a firm grasp on her daughter's hand, she had no idea that Sasha had just stolen anything. The only thing that was evident to her was that the girl she used to know once had just bumped into her.
"Excuse me," she said, sweetly. She looked down at her daughter. "Whenever we bump into someone, we say 'excuse me'." Her daughter nodded, looked up at Sasha, and mimicked Laney, with a tiny squeak of a voice. Laney smiled, placated, before looking up at her old classmate. "Sorry. We weren't watching where we were going. Are you alright?" She reached forward to touch Sasha's arm. She'd never really had much regard for people's personal space. Strangers were no exception to this.