[To be fair, he probably didn't realize they were so delicate. But a handful of her smoke 'bombs' (thankfully empty as she never fills them before she thinks she'll need them) are broken on the ground, no matter whose fault it was. (Lee's fault. It's probably Lee's fault, considering that she was the one who left them momentarily on the back of her bench where anyone could easily brush them accidentally off the narrow edge.)] Perhaps you just shouldn't touch things that aren't yours?

[Lee's now collecting the broken bits of eggshell-thin material off the ground. They're made especially to be delicate, of course, and so this is hardly the first time anyone's broken them. ...in fact it was her that accidentally leaned too hard against a wall and shattered one, the time before this.

She sighs and looks away before seeking out Javert's gaze, looking both calmer and a bit apologetic.] I'm...sorry. I'm just-- [always very abrasive] --a bit on edge lately.

You don't need to reimburse me, it's my fault for placing them somewhere easily knocked over.