It hadn't taken very much force for Lacetta to have fallen over, tumbling to the cold stone below her. Little of her mind was paid to herself, it was only a fall after all, though all of her concern was placed on the items she had dropped.
She had scanned the floor, piling the items that she had gathered back onto one another. She had many things that were unharmed, a few with small cracks but nothing tragic. That was good, and had settled her mind a bit.
One potion had stood out, though, seeping through the cracks on the floor. It appeared to have been the only one that had broken, which Lacetta hadn't minded, she just hadn't wanted to create any hazard to those around her.
During this time, Lacetta hadn't noticed Gabriel, and didn't seem to notice that he had run into her, opposed to her more probable thought of falling all on her own.