Fred blinked; the collision, what there was of one, hadn't ended up with her right on her rear on the walk. She was still standing, and the fella was still holding her up. That was nice. Very kind.
"I..yeah. I talk to myself all the time. I'm not crazy; well, maybe I am, but I like to think I'm not. I'm sorry. You prolly didn't need to hear that. I'm okay, thank you." The brainiac carefully and as politely as possible removed her elbow from his hand. The smile was genuine even if a little sheepish.
"People'd think I didn' know how to walk if they didn't see it with their own eyes. Are you okay?"