[The motion of Vriska's hands smoothing out her skirt-- that's right, she's wearing a uniform and a skirt, of all things-- distracts her slightly, but not for long.]

I apologize. It was not my intention to harm you or even attempt to do so, but your touch was much too sudden and unexpected, specially given your absolute silence while approaching me. I didn't...

[She stops speaking. There are many ways to finish that phrase: I didn't think it would be you was the most logical option, followed closely by I didn't know you were here and I didn't expect to see you alive after stumbling upon your corpse.

The anger she'd felt hours earlier-- when she found three particular trolls and interfered with their showdown-- has since then deflated (for the most part), but even with Vriska alive and seemingly unharmed, she can't shake the image of her body and all that cerulean blood out of her thinkpan. And so, instead of voicing her thoughts, she asks:]

I did not injure you, did I?