As she sat on the ground, she was surprised to see the guy pick up the fruits and cans that were rolling around. Getting to her hands and knees, she begins to pick up the rest of the food that had spread out, glad to hear that he was okay, and not hurt. Picking up a loaf of bread, she was trying to figure out where she'd seen the garb that the man was wearing before, the orange outfit with the symbol on it, when she hears him say to her that she might be bleeding. Blinking, she looks at her hand, only slightly surprised to see the cut on her palm. Wiping it on the apron that was tied around her waist, she shrugs just slightly. "I'll be okay. It's only a little cut."<br/><br/>Staring down at the pile of groceries and the ripped bags, she sighs softly. She didn't know how she was going to get them all home now, she still had a little ways to go, since her house was on the edge of town, almost completely country land where it was. As she thought of a way to try and get the goods home, she pulls out a strip of cloth, wrapping it around her hand, and tying it in place of a bandage for right then. Even though she didn't have much pocket money left, she was beginning to think she'd have to go and buy some new bags so she'd be able to carry her things.<br/><br/>"Do you know where I can go and buy some bags so I can put my groceries in them? I still have a ways to walk and I can't carry them like this..." She would feel bad to ask him for anything else, especially to try and get his help carrying them. That was her job, not some passerby...Though he wasn't just some random guy...there was something about him that seemed different than the rest. She was sure she'd heard of that symbol before, and some people associated with it, but for some reason the name wasn't coming to her.<br/><br/>She wanted to ask him what his name was, but would that come off as being nosy? She didn't want to seem to be the nosy type, that wouldn't have been good at all. So, she keeps her mouth shut, though in reality she just wanted to blurt out and ask him what he was called. Who was he? Was there something special about him? It was an s word...she knew that. But it just slipped from her mind whenever she got anywhere close to figuring it out.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for running into you though. I'm kind of new here, so I hope you can forgive me." She smiles at him. Deciding to ask his name in a more subtle way. "My name is Lizbet Engberg. Might I ask what your name is?" Smiling, Lizbet tilts her head slightly to the side, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Would he answer her inquiry? She hoped he would, because this nagging feeling at the back of her mind was starting to get frustrating.