[Meg, being fairly small herself, stumbles forward at the bump and hisses out her own curse as she's nudged right into a damned local who'd been standing a little too close and eyeing her a little too much. Of course, when the contact happens - the local lets out a gasp and immediately backs away with a murmured apology, and Meg just rolls her eyes before turning to the original culprit.

. . . looks like Natalie, her little friend from the network, but not. Meg raises both eyebrows, her annoyance melting away into something more like interest. What a dark little creature that's stumbled into her]

If you don't want to play touchy-feely, you may as well hide with me. They're learning that touching me is a bad idea.

[look at her, being nice]