Katherine watched a bit distractedly as the man picked up the small bottle from the cobbled street, not keen on inquiring after its contents. After all, that was none of her business, but he did seem relieved that he'd gotten it. "No apology is necessary," Katherine assured him. "I happen to be quite fond of other nationalities, though being run into by anybody is indeed a shock. You'll make it up, sir, if you give me your name. I'd be remiss to not take advantage of an opportunity to make an aquaintance." He seemed kind enough, and certainly not the political underlings Katherine so hated.