Venetia brushed pieces of glitter that had evidently fallen from the tinsel off her coat before averting her attention to the man on the ground. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice devoid of sympathy. He evidently was fine - he was standing up now. While it had been an accident, poor weather conditions were no excuse for carelessness. She offered back the strand of tinsel before rifling a hand through her hair, ensuring it hadn't been ruined by being crashed into.