Help arrives

"Are you okay?"

Olivia looks up into the face of the pimply boy who had moments before been at the cash register but had come running the moment he heard the crash. Olivia is almost a little surprised at how helpful he's being before noticing that his eyes are locked on her exposed cleavage.

One hand swinging around to cover her breasts, Olivia shook her head, looking down at the other. No sign of her shirt, she must have dropped it when she fell.

"Yeah," she mutters sarcastically, "I'm perfectly fine Tom. I just fell flat on my arse and lost my shirt, why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I was only..." Tom begins but Olivia cuts him off.

"Just help me find my damn shirt," she says, checking the floor nearby and surprised that she still can't see it, trying to pull herself to her feet.