New person, he thought as he recovered by being bumped.  It always took a little time for Brian to re-discover his sea legs to begin with.  His Quidditch-born reflexes kicked in and he regained his balance quickly.  His mind went back to the woman before him . . . a bit older than the rest, he guessed.  It was a bit difficult to tell with wizards and witches, he knew, since the art seemed to give everyone a bit longer lifespan than those of Muggles.<br/><br/>"Brian, Brian Fletcher," he replied, taking her hand, just long enough to be polite.  "No worries, people have problems on the ferry all the time.  Or so I've been told, it's only my fourth time on-board . . . new student?"  He asked the last pretty certain what the answer would be, but figured why not.  She might take it as a compliment, and if she was new staff or faculty that might not be a bad thing.