It wasn't everyday Easton found himself being charged at by a screaming young girl dressed in a fairly impressive tutu and a t-shirt featuring what he could only guess was the infamous Dora. Of course, if she kept up at this pace, she was likely to slam right into that quickly closing door or bite it rather harshly on the freshly-waxed linoleum on the other side - neither of those seemed like a favorable way for her to spend the next minutes or so of her day. Best that he try and stop that, crying little girls were not his strong-suit.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he crouched down, arms out to catch her and slow her down just a bit, even if she sent him crashing to the ground with her. A sore bum was better than Alana taking a header into the classroom behind him, wasn't it? He thought so, at least. "Where are you heading in such a hurry, dressed so nicely?" he inquired warmly as soon as Alana had come to screeching halt where he knelt. He could only imagine she was tearing around like a little tazmanian devil looking for her dad...or perhaps Sam, who else would have her running about like this?
"You remember me, don't you?" Probably best to make sure she didn't think he was some complete stranger - kids were trained to watch out for that kind of thing, weren't they? He wasn't out to terrify the poor kid, after all. "I'm Sam's boyfriend, Easton." They'd met at the dance, but that had been ages ago and who knew what kind of impression, if any, that he'd left behind, so he'd give her just a little refresher. For good measure, he held out a hand so they could shake in greeting, make it official.