When someone bumped into someone else, it was normally an occasion of simply ignoring the act or cursed the bastard out for bumping into you in the first place. Nell normally fell solidly into the first camp of people, Blake in the second. Given that she was usually more aware of her surroundings as well but it was a bit hard to concentrate on too many things at once sometimes.
As soon as there was a touch on her arm she jerked it away quickly. Nell was a big believer in the no touching rule. Plus given the fact that it was not even enough of a bump to knock her back, it just seemed a little weird. Maybe more of a lot weird. Looking at him oddly she raised an eyebrow. "S my fault, and yeah, I'm fine." she said, a bit standoffish.
Really that feeling could not be helped. And then something was offered, some Gisomethingorother. And apparently they were french. It took a second to realize by the package what they were. Shaking her head, she pulled out her own pack and stepped on the fallen one to cut off the ash. "Don't need to bum one, thanks for the offer though and all."