A lot of thing happened at once—the mess, of course, but also an apology paused by a...brief perusal in a notebook? The Hufflepuff was rather taken aback by all of the above, and though she immediately bent to help tidy the mess upon the floor, it was a moment before she offered the boy—a Ravenclaw, she thought, though she could not conjure up a name for him for the life of her—a reply.

"You needn't apologize to me," she offered with a reassuring, but decidedly polite, smile. "There's no harm done on my account, and I am hardly the shop's proprietor! Are you alright?" Clementine added, gaze drifting to an acid pop that seemed to have adhered itself to his sleeve.