Had he not said a word, had he simply walked away with maybe a mumbled apology she would have said she was sorry too and parted ways amiable like. However, this particular wizard had the audacity to open his big gob and say something which only served to make the situation worse than it needed to be.
Slowly then, Emma turned on her heels to face him as he walked around her. The expression written across her face was one of obvious disdain with her eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed as if she had just eaten something sour. Her wand was clutched so tightly in her hand that her knuckles turned white. She spotted those robes but still didn't back off.
It was only when she noticed that particular shade of red atop his head that her expression softened. In fact, Emma's eyes (charmed a bright blue) widened and she smiled.
"Say! Is that charmed or natural? Your hair there?"
Had she known who she was speaking to she might not have asked, but being a bit oblivious at times to anything but herself, she hadn't a clue.