Rose gave her an awkward smile. "I shouldn't keep ye, Miss." Just then, she became aware of something wet near her hip and she looked down. She had been carrying a small vial from the pharmacist in her pocket and it had cracked during their collision and the content was now forming a growing stain on her skirt. "No... no no!" She was terrified of what Mr. Meijer would say if she had wasted money. He had never been really mean or cruel to her, but he kept giving her the sense that he disliked her, and she was afraid to anger him. She reached down into her pocket to see if she could save some of the substance and the next moment pulled back her hand, her fingers bleeding.