She is walking down the road, with a katana sheathed in her hands. She doesn't look like she knows how to use a sword. She actually ran away from home. Reasons unknown. She's so nervous that she bumps into you by accident.

I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...!

She gets up, wiping the dirt off her bum. She picks the sheathed katana up.

E-excuse me...