Even on one knee, in the middle of a squat, he likely towers over her. He hadn't meant to nearly step on her. This early in the morning, company is scarce. While he's keyed in to movement from the corner of his good eye, he still sometimes misses those things that come out of nowhere from his blind side.

He stops dead in his tracks, halfway through a squat. Though sweat runs down his face, clinging to his beard, the older man seems to not be struggling all that much with his load. In fact, he shifts it a little to re-balance it before straightening his knees and turning a bright smile towards the young lady.

"Hallo!" His greeting is far too friendly and far too energetic for such an early hour. "I'm very sorry. I didn't see you there. I guess I was in my own little world." Reinhardt's single eye sweeps over her a moment. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He hopes he hadn't run the poor girl over.