Peridot squeaks in surprise, jolting back a step and brandishing her fork on reflex. She hadn't been expecting anyone to talk to her, frankly. Most people have just wandered on by.

There is zero comprehension registered on her face once she gets it together enough to contemplate what was just asked of her, though. "What?" she bites, looking thoroughly confused. "Why are you apologizing for? And what's a midget!?"