[Joy turns to utter shock and panic when Norma sees that there is, in fact, a person on the other end of that door. She herself stumbles, in her efforts to stop on her heels, or swerve, or something. Gasping, she catches herself - and her cake - by giving in and flopping on her rump instead of on her face. Ouch...but at least she and her cake are both safe, even if her backside is complaining.]

Oooh...ow. Hey, watch where you--....oooh....uh. [Oh jeez, even she's not dumb enough to not be able to recognize someone upperclass - the clothes speak volumes by themselves. Oh god, oh man, oh god--!] Oh my--I'm super sorry! Y-You're okay, right? Nothing, uh...scuffed or dirtied or anything, right? I was just in a rush, t-toootally my fault!

[Omigosh, don't call the cops or something.]