While Jaime expected a lot of things, she didn't expect to be collided with. Caught off guard, hit at a speed like that, by someone his size ... yeah, she was on the ground. "Fuck," she exclaimed, brushing the grit off her palms and checking for cuts and other injuries.
Lucky, she guessed. Nothing was broken, and as she climbed back up to her feet, she flexed her jointed parts. There were going to be some bruises, but nothing felt too bad off. Nothing a little icy hot or a soak couldn't cure.
"Guess you didn't see that stop sign," she said, brows elevating. Not that there was actually one there, but what else did she say when she'd just been sent sprawling?