Glory had already stood up halfway by the time Carter was reaching down for her - the movement was natural; fall, turn, get up again, so she'd automatically begun to snap back up into her original position.
"Years of practice," Glory mumured quietly, reaching down to rearrange her bag and to brush some stray hair out of her face. "Hi." This was so awkward. It was all Glory could do not to excuse herself right away and go running down the hall.