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He was upset, understandably, yet his irritation struck an already raw nerve. Of course she would run into some random stranger out here, and of course she would almost run over him. 

I said I was sorry, she told him grumpily, her gaze taking in his form just then. She immediately felt bad. He looked like he had been alone for a while—certainly in need of a meal and a good night's sleep.

She sighed. You really shouldn't be sleeping out here on your own, she told him, this time with soft concern in her voice.