She slowly lowered her arms and looked up... It wasn't the face of the drunk man, but a more kindly face. Her eyes were wide and she flushed red, "I-I'm sorry..." She scrambled to her feet and darted away from the gaping people, her maid following behind after picking up the overturned baskets left in her Mistress' wake... Though not before casting a glance to the man who only stopped to ask after, a sad one that spoke volumes.

The maid found her only paces away, pressed to the wall of a building and she tried to soothe her, "Oh, Mistress, ye mustn't be so hard on yerself. Ye've had a fright when that man took ye captive like that and it's normal to fear others for a time." It was said loud enough that if he followed, he would walk up on her saying it.