"it-it's fine, but I picked up the glass- OH a trash can"
he ran over to it and dumped all the glass, his hands were covered in blood and with a step back and a sharp inhale through gritted teeth it was clear that it was in fact not fine
"the floor still isn't clean, and there's probably smaller shards everywhere. I'm sorry about breaking it, I'll pay for it."
he walked up to the cashier reaching for his pocket which presumably had money in it