Amanda was face down, on her hands and knees when she heard someone say, "This man wants to say sorry to you. [i]Doesn't he?[/I]"

It took her a short time to realize that the guy was talking to [I]her[/I], and looked up, craning her neck to see a cyan-haired gentleman gripping the neck of the guy who knocked her cards from her hands.  She leaned back on her knees and awaited the other guy's response.  He responded with a muttered, "Yeah, sorry."  He then quickly crouched down and found Amanda's remaining cards and handed them to her, likely fearing her savior's wrath if he didn't comply.  When Amanda appeared satisfied that she had all of her cards (she performed a quick count to make sure), the guy quickly got up and left without a word.

"Sorry miss. Looks this this tournament doesn't have a "must not be a jerkface" entry restriction." 

Amanda brushed her legs off and stood up, then brushed that damned stray hair from her face.  She let out a light chuckle at the gentleman's joke.  "Yeah, heh, I suppose not."  She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and glanced downward.  None of the other guys who witnessed Jerkface knock her cards from her hands had even tried to step up to help; such chivalry was something she'd only seen in roleplaying games.  "You don't have to call me Miss.  It's uh, Amanda..."