Eyes wide with shock as her glasses flew off and the man's hand was suddenly halfway up her leg under her skirt, her first instinct was to shut her eyes and wish the entire scene away. But her natural concern took over when her glasses hit him. He managed to catch them and she blurted out "Are you alright?" at the same moment he did, reaching out to see if his nose was okay. He handed the glasses back, and she just stared at him bemused as he went on apologising. Something didn't fit. He didn't belong in here.<br/><br/>"It was entirely my fault. I was trying to avoid the professor. I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" It finally registered that he had commented on her eyes. While he seemed a bit nervous his brown eyes had a warm calming effect on her. She held up her glasses, not sure why she was telling him, "They're fake. It keeps idiots from asking me out." For the moment she settled them into the pocket of her coat. "Thanks for catching me." She held out her hand, "I'm Maren. I hate to mention it but you look like a duck out of water. Did you get sent here on some hazing dare or something?"<br/><br/>She should have just thanked him and walked away, but found herself hoping he might talk to her some more.<br/>