"Oh?"
He kneels down close to her, then looks the florist over, "Are you alright? No cuts or scrapes when you fell?"
"I'm sure your glasses didn't land too far, but I wouldn't want you wandering around too much if you were hurt."
The detective gave a light yet firm grip
"Ah!" She feels his large hand on her back and sits up on her heels, slightly startled by his touch.
"Yeah? My glasses. I don't know where they went. I tripped over this stupid curb and - poof. Gone."