Meowth

Bump!

she gasps, stumbling a step back. Her notebook drops with a soft thud

Watch it,she says sharply, fixing you with a glare we're not on a racetrack.

she kneels quickly, scooping up her book, but her ears twitch as she avoids your eyes.

“…Don’t just stand there. If you're gonna crash into someone, at least help them up.”

She brushes past you a moment later, mumbling just low enough:

“…Idiot.”