Rhonda was walking - well, waddling, at least - down the street, when she ran across Steven struggling one-armed, to make an effort to right his spilled grocery cart. "Oi you: you alright, there?" But still even though she had asked, she could see with her own two eyes that Steven was clearly not alright, and thus -- she stopped to bend down -- well, crouch down, rather, given the current distended state of her abdomen these days -- and attempt to help him right the cart and retrieve the groceries with her two good arms...
"Sorry, sorry..." she murmured under her breath, as she finally managed to get the cart upright and started piling the groceries back into it; she was clearly very sorry for the bruised fruits, or possibly at the bruised fruits....? Either way, she was clearly apologetic for something or other - perhaps even the idea that the one-armed man would probably have to help her up from this awkward position on the ground...