She wasn't worried about the booties - hopefully, somewhere among all the other things she was being offered, would be real shoes - so her initial reaction was to try and stem the apologyvalanche pouring out next to her.

"Hey, it's fine, don't w-"

She froze, one hand halfway out to the young man's arm to deliver a reassuring pat before she notices the trickle of dark fluid. What. Whaaaat. A) that was gross, B) WHAT THOUGH.

"Um. You, ah, you got a little - right - right there."

She pointed on her own face, fingertip indicating the general nose/lip area.