Well, a bruise on his side would ruin his spotless record for the evening, but all things considered at least it hadn't come from the soul. He was just going to consider that a good thing and let it go. He'd be happier in the long run that way.
"It's okay," he said, yanking up the zipper on his backpack. It was a relatively large kettle. "Sorry. That probably wasn't the best place to stop." Well, no, it was the middle of the sidewalk. It definitely hadn't been the best place to stop, but Sam had been more worried about stowing away the soul and thinking about the fasted route back to the Lux than oncoming pedestrians.