A quiet gasp escapes Gentiana when someone suddenly bumps into her causing the poor woman to push forward. She didn't mean to be so close but trying to maneuver through this dense crowd is quite difficult. The black-clad woman turns slowly to face the young man who addressed her. She gives him an apologetic smile and a polite nod. With Founder's Day so close, Gentiana should've known better than to venture out here. If there's one thing Gentiana dislikes, it's the hustle and bustle of the holidays.

"My humblest apologies." The black-haired woman says with a proper bow once she was awarded more room to do so. There's just so many people out here, too actually. Gentiana scarcely wonders if she'll be able to find anything through this dense crowd. As much as she enjoys browsings through the vendors' wares, Gentiana is almost tempted to take her leave of here. "Seems neither of us were ready to brave through such chaos." Her accent is thick and odd just like the rest of her. She's dressed from head to toe in black sporting a pair of open toe-heels, a black mid length dress and a dainty white shawl over her shoulders. She might look a tad overdressed for the occasion, almost as if she's out on a date but she seems alone.

"...Apples?" A smile touches her lips once she caught a glimpse of something red within his bag.