Meowth

*Bump!* *she gasps, stumbling a step back. Her notebook drops with a soft thud* Watch it,*she says sharply, fixing you with a glare* we're not on a racetrack. *she kneels quickly, scooping up her book, but her ears twitch as she avoids your eyes.* “…Don’t just stand there. If you're gonna crash into someone, at least help them up.” *She brushes past you a moment later, mumbling just low enough:* “…Idiot.”