Leo swore under her breath, head drooping a little as well now to both shy away from the man's eye and rub the sore bit on her forehead which had made contact with his shoulder,. "Shit, man, I'm really, really sorry." His tone of voice initially seemed...mad? But that didn't change the fact that she had no idea what he was saying. Which was probably for the better. [i]Probably.
More Japanese, sigh. Why do you even bother, Cleopatra? Just go home. Or get a phrase-book. They should sell them near campus. Let's hope so, at least.[/i]
"I'm really, really sorry...gah." she continued regardless, though her tone of voice changed when in the next moment, he'd gotten to his feet and was offering her a hand, and was [i]smiling.
I guess the Japanese really are polite. I wish I could apologise to him somehow he understood, but...[/i]

"...yeah, I can say whatever I'd like to you in English and you still wouldn't get it, eh?" she laughed a little nervously, reaching out and taking a hold of his hand before pulling herself right up, and almost into his arms with the force she used to balance her body and whatnot. It could almost have been like a scene from a terribly exaggerated romance anime where every little thing leads to physical contact, and thus, tension between the two characters.
...though that was anime, or manga, or every rom-com in the world ever, and in most real life situations, you wouldn't be able to get within a foot of someone you just met, and just threw to the floor completely by accident. Unless you wanted them to call the cops on you.
Japan had cops too. [i]Obviously.[/i] Maybe they were nice cops, but they were cops nonetheless.

When she had her footing, she firmed her stance and gave the man an apologetic smile as best she could manage, and a little nod too. Why? Because it seemed like the right thing to do. "Thanks, I really...oh, wait, you've dropped something."
And her hand left his for the brief moment it took her to bend over and carefully pick up the two coffee mugs, one in each hand, and she laughed a little when offering them to him. "You really must love coffee. Two whole mugs? Holy hell. Oh? What do they say...hm."

It probably wasn't rude to read people's coffee mugs. Probably. [i]Probably.[/i]
Not like she'd understand anyway, the characters were all in Japanese and-
That's when it came to her. One of the very limited words in her Japanese vocabulary, and the boy she'd come to know as Weiss would be proud of his deduction that was that whatever she knew came from limited anime-knowledge.
"Err...Arigato! Did I pronounce it right? God..." she sighed. A facepalm would be great about now, if, again, her hands weren't occupied with the man's coffee.
"Here. I'm sorry, again."
...
"Wait, did you say...Maetaka?"