Gwen attempted to smile at the man she crashed into as he helped her up, though it looked more like a grimace. She wasn't easily embarrassed, but that was a particularly clumsy move, even for herself.
His accent was a lot more coarse than she was used to, and it surprised her. She didn't mean to be stuck up, it wasn't like she cared much about money, but the difference was striking. She decided that it was probably wise not to mention her thought, because the man didn't look particularly friendly. But he WAS addressing her, and his accent was British even if it wasn't posh, so something familiar felt nice.
"No, I'm just a klutz," she said with a sigh, dusting off the awful dress that Madam Rossini had so carefully made to look like a early 20th century nightmare. "Any time I travel in time I get a bit queasy. Though...I don't know if this counts as traveling in time. Do you know what year it is?"