"Reality's chew toy?" Isabel knew enough about that, there were even a few of them in her own family, as these things went.

Since she'd had some of the responsibility for the guy ending up on the floor, Isabel offered him her hand. "Uh, sorry about that. I guess."

It wasn't exactly her fault in the first place, but politeness was ingrained into her. "You want some coffee or something?" Lame, but it was the first thing that came to mind.