The collision came as quite a shock to both parties, from the look of it. The rather unusual aspect of Cecilia's recently discovered mutation made it rather difficult to completely barrel into the woman, although she did, in fact, feel the impact through her forcefield. But it was hardly painful, only surprising.
Blinking owlishly behind her glasses, she stood as the blond began to - in Cecilia's eyes - babble with increasing momentum. While she recognized her as the girl's RA, the doctor could not seem to find the name that accompanied the face. She was terrible at names, really. It didn't help that she was somewhat of a recluse, anyway. Ah, what was it? Kelly? Or maybe Krystal?
"No. I was - that is." Flustered at the near panic from the girl's outburst, Cecilia clamped her jaw shut. Stuttering like an idiot was going to accomplish nothing. Instead, she took a few seconds to gesture with the empty coffee mug. "I am unhurt. It was, thankfully, empty."
Adjusting the pert frames on her face, Cecilia bent to retrieve a fallen article. "Your organizer?"