I cringed as I watched them get out of their cars: Cat fight a-comin'. They looked at each other, examined the minimal damage, and then spoke for a few more moments. My window was down and I could hear their conversation.
"Are you OK? "
"Are you? Is your car hurt?"
"Is yours? I am so sorry, dear."
"It's fine. I'm just glad everyone's OK. Are you OK to drive?"
"Oh yes, I'm fine. Thank you, dear."
Then instead of exchanging insurance information, they hugged, got in their cars, and drove away.