[A half-ton of guilt had dropped into Vianca's gut, but before she had a chance to start voicing all of her apologies, someone new had arrived. Vianca carefully looked over at him, completely unawares of how awkward they looked at the moment.]

...There was a man overturning shelves...

[At this point she realized her own recollections had become alarmingly hazy and she frowned slightly, trying to parse more of it together.]

He broke my friend...