With her preoccupation with what must have been a mistake about her speed, and her focus on getting the second cigarette lit, Fiala didn't even realize what happened until after the two had collided. A flurry of papers suddenly surrounded her. The cigarette flew from her hand, and she became aware that it was falling toward a pile of papers that hadn't already met an unfortunate fate. A grimace crossed her face as she crossed her fingers - a terrible habit she'd picked up from humanity, a superstition she knew didn't work, but somehow helped her to feel more in control of a given situation. Don'tburnthepapersdon'tburnthepapersdon't - 

The cigarette fell harmlessly beside the pile, leaving it untouched by her dirty fire.

Fiala raised an eyebrow, and let out a short laugh, not fully believing her eyes. [color=#cc44ff]"No fuckin' way."[/color]

Bending over to collect what had fallen, she only then noticed the woman who ran into her, now bracing herself against a mailbox. She looked familiar... but in the moment, Fiala couldn't place her, other than she wasn't someone close to Pete (which, to be honest, was all she immediately cared about). Fiala flicked the cigarette carefully into the street and collected what papers she could, purposely avoiding sheets that were wet or... otherwise compromised. Bundling the papers into one arm, she approached the woman and offered her free hand.

[color=#cc44ff]"Sorry about that - you okay?"[/color] She smiled as warmly as she could given the situation. She figured she could spare a few moments to make sure this woman was okay before continuing on. [color=#cc44ff]"Hopefully nothing too important got - well, you know."[/color] She thought about adding that the woman should maybe slow down a bit next time, but glancing at her watch again, Fiala couldn't be certain that it wasn't her fault to begin with, and that last thing she wanted was to piss off this woman even more.