[ that is some awkward exchange there between the strange man and the even stranger alien. as he runs (yes, run!) toward her, she reaches out to steady him before he knocks them both on to the ground. ]

It's alright. [ she shoots the offending stall a look. ] I saw what happened.

Either you smell like roses and sunshine, or he has a rather personal way of saying hello. I think I'll take my chances else where.

Personal space seems to be a dying concept these days.