Steve was glad that the woman told him that she was fine. She was quite smaller than he he had been worried that he had hurt her. Once he was sure she had her balance, Steve released the woman, looking her over to ensure that she was still in one piece and despite looking a little startled, she seemed none the worse for wear.
"I'm fine. Barely a scratch." He gave a small smile as he looked at the woman. "Don't worry about me."
He held his hand out for her to shake. "Steve McGarrett."
Who said you couldn't make friends with people you practically run over?