Betty stifled a laugh when she saw the girl fall. It wasn't polite to laugh at the misadventures of others. Especially when the other was someone you didn't know. If it happened to say, Mason, maybe Betty would laugh. Or perhaps not. With Mason it was likely she would just roll her eyes and turn away to something better.
But this poor girl obviously had tripped over something. Either that or her bag had overcome her. If the latter then that was a sad state of affairs. Shopping should cause a certain degree of exhaustion, a satisfied exhaustion of hunting down material objects as a kind of prey, but it shouldn't overcome you.
"Are you alright?" The Reaper asked, moving closer to the girl in question. Betty eyed the bag on the ground. Shoes. New shoes were a good investment. Perhaps Betty should consider some new shoes, the ones she was currently wearing had come from a body that had just happened to have not only Betty's size in clothes, but shoes as well.