The tip of her big toe was still tingling a little, but it wasn't exactly anything Lei wasn't used to. Stubbing her toe was a daily occurrence (not that she'd admit that to anyone), and one might be surprised how often it happens in public.
Considering the good amount of 'tipsy' in her system, Lei was just happy to be holding onto something... and that is what her concentration focused on for the first second or two of her recovery, however once the alarm bells started to simmer down in her head (the ones that pretty much screamed OW TOE DO NOT FALL OVER OW over and over in her head), she turned over her shoulder to see what it was she had tripped over in what was supposed to be the middle of the walkway.
Only then did she realize it was a person.... Oh dear. A person who was talking to her... and apparently had been for a few seconds. Lei's eyes immediately shot to the woman's lips, just in time to read sorry clear enough... but she knew there had been more.
Cue the apologetic smile: the wind picked up dark flyaways of her hair from the low ponytail that had been captured by her scarf--Lei tucked them away from her face (which was tingling with intoxication) and --as carefully and precisely as she could in her state-- brought her hands to chest level and signed. My fault. I'm clumsy.
Thank god Jake hadn't seen this--she never would have lived it down.