Esme was in mid-sip of her wine when she found herself tipping foward slightly and a thud at her back. "Mother of God!" she said a little louder than she probably really needed to as she tried in vain to keep the wine from getting on her top. Which it didn't, it just got on the floor instead. "Be careful, you're going to hurt someone if you don't watch where you're-" She stopped in mid-rant, sensing something familiar about the person who'd bumped into her when she finally turned around. "April? It is you?"