[Even though the bolt doesn't make contact, the man is sufficiently startled by it that he stumbles backward, staggering against the wall and only just catching himself. He seems to be not entirely control of his own limbs, awkward and frail.]
Oh! Oh, do mind where you're going—
[He breaks off as he gets a look at Alcuin and is suddenly unsure whether to address this person as monsieur or mademoiselle. This is enough to stop him being petulant.]
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Oh! Oh, do mind where you're going—
[He breaks off as he gets a look at Alcuin and is suddenly unsure whether to address this person as monsieur or mademoiselle. This is enough to stop him being petulant.]
Never mind; there is no harm done.