Bert wasn't exactly upset when she bumped in to him. The happy accident allowed him a quick look all the way around her. Very tasty.. His truncheon had ridden up. That new fangled belt strap design was always getting caught on things.

Bert knelt down, placed his helmet on the floor and helped the blonde woman retrieve her fallen things. He normally had little time for women and their frivolousness, but he was on duty and heaven forbid he disgrace the uniform. Perhaps it was the sweet exotic aromas, and the flaxen hair that was making act more gentlemanly than usual.

"Careful, Miss. Don't want to drop that," he said jerking his chin towards the glistening scarlet delicacy. "I'm partial to treacle tart me'self." he said by way of conversation.