Orihime's initial determined march had soon slowed into more of an amble. She struggled with knowing where to go, and there were more people in the streets than she was used to seeing. As she was standing in the street, attempting to decipher her map, something small bounced off of her ankle. She looked down to see what it was. Did a teapot just bump into me, and then apologize? Huh.

Orihime knelt down, tucking her skirt around her knees. "Oh, it's okay! I didn't hurt you did I?" Can you hurt a talking teapot? "Um... aren't you a little worried that someone is going to step on you?"