Simeon turns and watches everything fall, and he feels bad immediately. "Oh I'm sorry, miss." He leans down to start picking her things up for her, ignoring her remarks.

"Really do apologize," he says again. Unlike his older brother, Sim hasn't purposefully tried to get rid of his accent, so it's still there. He glances up at her from where he's crouched on the sidewalk.

It only takes him a moment to study her and take her as a Teme. He's pretty good at picking her type out in a crowd. He's staring, yes, and he doesn't realize it. He doesn't have the best of social cues.