He seemed like a bit of a nervous fellow, this one. Either that, or he wasn't much of a conversationalist, so she'd decided to help him along. Looks like it'd worked too, because he finally spoke up. She quickly realized he was being far too polite about the whole thing. Even if the bloke had been in a hurry, that was no excuse for him to just plow over everyone in his path. Despite her feelings on the subject, the one who'd been trampled was willing to forgive and forget. She figured if he could, it was only fair for her to do the same. Besides, she didn't want this nice, intelligent-looking man to think she was a total wench.
"You don't have to keep thanking me. It was no bother, really," Charlotte assured. She would still make her flight in plenty of time as long as she went directly to the terminal. Also, there was something oddly intriguing about this particular individual - something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Guess it could have something to do with how he looked the scholarly type. Men who scribbled down pages of notes were usually much more interesting to get to know, although generally whenever she socialized with a man, it was for a project she was working on. She was a bit of a workaholic, to be perfectly honest. Carrying on casual conversations with complete strangers was growing increasingly rare for her these days, so maybe she just missed accidental meetings such as these.
Her smile broadened as she reached out and shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Daniel."
Once they'd finished their handshake, she dropped her arms back down to her sides and contemplated whether to say anything more or let him be. Most likely he had someplace else to be, and she really should get going herself.
Reaching a compromise between leaving it at that and walking away or prolonging their conversation further, she inquired about his destination. "Where you heading?" If their terminals were in the same direction, they could walk together until it was time for them to part ways. If they were in opposite directions, obviously they'd say their goodbyes here and now.
As she curiously awaited his answer, she cast a glance over to the clock to make sure she wasn't cutting it too close.
To help ease things along and so he wouldn't think she was a stalker or anything like that, she added, "I'm stuck on the flight to LA. Seems they have to fly me halfway across the world just to get me home." Home obviously being England. Her accent pretty much gave it away right off the bat, so she didn't feel the need to clarify where exactly 'home' was - unless of course he asked. Then she would be more than happy to elaborate. She got a lot of questions about where she was from, actually, whenever she traveled abroad.