[That was...close. But he doesn't even quite seem to recognize how close that was, and he may just be out of it enough to have even missed that very un-motorcycle noise coming from her motorcycle (then again, maybe that's just what some motorcycles do? He's sure not sure).
Rather, he blinks, coming back to himself abruptly, stashing his CereVice away as if burned.]
... I'm sorry. That was my fault. [He can at least acknowledge that much. And, hastily--]
I'm fine. I was simply...distracted by something. I hope I did not cause you too much trouble.
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Rather, he blinks, coming back to himself abruptly, stashing his CereVice away as if burned.]
... I'm sorry. That was my fault. [He can at least acknowledge that much. And, hastily--]
I'm fine. I was simply...distracted by something. I hope I did not cause you too much trouble.