At the ring of the bell, right when Elizabeth had just started to scribble down something though hadn't even gotten a word written down, she jumped terribly when seeing Ethan fall back in his seat. Blinking once she looked down at him for a moment, though before she could ask for help, taking a minute to even build up enough courage to think of it, he had gotten up himself. And though she badly wanted to ask if he were okay- Just to try and repay what kindness had been shown to her, he was already at the exit.<br/><br/>Grabbing her own things with a small sigh, she closed her notebook, and grabbed her small bag that contained what she needed most throughout the day, not so much a purse, but not a book bag either. With the bag's strap over her shoulder she headed for the exit as well. From the first moment she saw her schedule, she had memorized it. She didn't mind the classes she had, but of course some of them could always be better.<br/><br/>She knew where the dance room was and headed there immediately. She hadn't ever been late for a class. And that wasn't going to be ruined now. Seeming to keep her head down while making her way through the crowd of people that always seemed to be in the hallways, right when she was nearly there she tripped over someone's foot-- Or someone tripped her-- And with a yelp of surprise found herself falling after not having been close enough to a wall to catch herself.