"Oh, right. Aheh, sorry but—" She coughed to clear her throat and re-adopted the typical disinterested expression of Crimson. 'That’s it, make it seem as if he's getting through my mask,' she thought, playing the part of the poor little mare so terribly embarrassed for 'accidentally' hitting him that she tried to put on a stoic facade to save face. "I mean, I didn't intend to do that. I'm sorry."