Virginia had been simply walking down the street, as one does. As she adjusted some of the bottles around her belt she was disturbed by someone bumping into her. That someone being you, of course. The sudden jolt nearly caused her to drop the bottle she had been holding, which would probably have been less than ideal considering that the contents were a luminous purple and therefore were probably better off not being spilled all over everything and everyone. After taking a moment to recollect herself, she turned to you with a glare.