{'her eyes furiously lit up at the overwhelming sight of clothes at Benson & Clegg's.} What do I buy for him? {'her nose squashes momentarily, worry building up in her chest as her eyes travels the far right corner of the store; deciding that she should have called up her best friend first before coming up to Jermyn Street, she backs up; her walks, hesitant because she does not like the thought of giving up} What a waste of time.. {'she absentmindedly makes a few steps backward, accidentally hitting a man with her free hand} I'm sorry, mister. I wasn't looking. Sorry. {'she apologetically bows her head before walking further away from the scene, not even taking a second look if he had cause him much trouble; she is pretty sure it was a light hit, no need to make a fuss about it}