Mikumo looks up and smiles prettily at the familiar voice before blinking rapidly as her posters all sort of magically return to her arms without any effort. (It's good that this is so easy because this is the third time she's walked into someone during the week.) Of course, she doesn't say anything about it because what would she say?

"Thank you, but I'm fine. Years of dancing have made me a little more agile than the average woman. And I'm not as delicate as I look."