Ow, Viola mouthed, as the push from the cart saw her tumble and end up splayed out on the street. A little twinge in her back, a few grazes on her hands, a moment of pure dazedness - and then a hand to help her up. A hand attached to an arm attached to a man, and if a stranger had bothered to stop in the street to see if she was alright, he was undoubtedly a person worth knowing. 

She took the hand gratefully and sprang up with more gusto than she might have if she had been getting up by herself. For a moment, she wished she did not look so haphazard from the fall - but there was no saving that, was there?

“Never better, thank you,” she said instead, smiling at him and deciding it was better to joke about it than seem forlorn. “I suppose I did want warming up,” she added with a slight laugh, more to herself than anything, as she patted her front where the hot cocoa had splashed over her, still stained warm against the insidious wet chill of the rest of her, thanks to the slushy street.

Most likely it had been a sign from the universe to pack up and go home, Viola considered more half-heartedly, reaching over for a fallen basket in which she ought to begin packing up everything that was still worth rescuing.

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