He notices her knee-jerk reaction is to kick him. Apparently, she's not one to be messed with. She's pretty and that husky voice only adds to it. That's the first thought that crosses his mind when she speaks to him. What can he say? He's sixteen, so he tends to notice these sorts of things. It makes any possible thoughts of an apology for running into her go right out of his head.

"I only just got it today. This was the least gaudy of all of them, if you can believe that." The rest had been painted in ostentatious colors or had some attachments to them that Ivar had eyed with suspicion. He was having difficulties enough as it was just getting around without adding more gadgets to it. Before today, he'd been crawling around using his arms. The wheelchair has been quite the upgrade.