[Excuse me, I think you dropped something.] (/her eyes scan the display of nail polishes, as she ponders about which ones to buy; the fact that this brand had released spring colors in the winter is enough to get her attention, although she notices something else from the corner of her eye that impels her to look over) (/she rushes toward the area to pick up an item on the ground, and without thinking twice, extends her arm forward to tap a woman on her shoulder)
(/honestly she doesn't even feel anything slip from her hands and neither does she hear the silent noise the keys make when they touch the cold hard ground but the keys had indeed found a way to escape from her delicate grip and are now lying on the floor. It sure does scare her as hell when she feels someone taping her shoulder, though. Why would anyone make an effort to actully communicate with her? Without thinking about it any longer she looks at the girl who's now in front of her and blinks in confusion, humming slightly) Hmm? How can I help you?
