[ His eyes had been locked on something across the room when her slim form stumbles into him, but his manners - and reflexes - are too finely honed to not react swiftly. Hands come up to steady her arms, even as wide amber eyes fly to take in whoever had collided with him.

She's familiar, the thought niggles at the back of his head, which has his forehead scrunching up a little as he tries to remember where he knows her from. It comes to him after a moment, since he's got a well-honed memory for faces and names. Recognition flickers across his face as his lips curve into a crooked smile. ]

It's alright. I don't mind having pretty girls flinging themselves at me as a general rule. Hello, Hilda. It's been a long time. Are you a student here?