"No, no need to be sorry. I wasn't exactly looking where I was going, either," Eight says with cheerful bemusement, taking the hand and dragging himself up off the ground.

He fastidiously brushes himself off with a "hmm", giving himself time to think about whether or not he's seen such a man. Nope. And the last few weeks had been so crazy that he hadn't met much of anyone besides his past and future selves, and their companions.

"I'm afraid I haven't seen anyone around here like that, miss...?"