It really is nice out. Mal's been hanging around for a while, just walking, not doing anything of any use other than people-watching, which is always fun. Of course, when a dog zips past her and someone subsequently yells and runs right into her, she straightens up and takes notice, peering down at Claudia, who's currently sprawled inelegantly on the ground. After a moment of study, she grins.

"Not a problem," she says, extending her hand to help the girl up. "Was that yours?"