"Thankfully," she said with a laugh. "Getting a stupid cabbie to stop for me is, apparently, impossible today."

And running for one was aggravating. And, apparently, able to make her careless.

"I am really sorry. I swear I'm usually more careful." And only then does she actually look at him. Really take him in. He might not be able to see it, but her eyes widen, and it definitely comes across in her voice. "...Oh, shit. I am-- I'm so sorry."

Running into someone? Bad. Running into someone blind? So bad.