Victor had seen the deep blue figure, of a women the scant outlining if his sight offered. It was the stone that caught him off guard, lost in the sea of soft greys detailed scantly with lines of black and white on occasion. But when the majority of his world was as such it was hard to keep track of everything. Let alone that blasted stone.<br/><br/>The poor girl even tried to dodge, but he stumbled into her, and they both ended up in a heap on the cobble stones of the square. He hears the vague sound of something dropping, coins from the feel of them. But he couldn't see them, hopefully he'd be pardoned of his inability to help, he's usually more careful when on the move, but he's a 'blind' man, right? "I am sooo sorry, uh..ma'am, I uh didn't see you there, honest" he might have been a good pick-pocket, but he was always a terrible liar.