Lois felt the hand steady her. The body she had collided with was firm, sturdy and ungiving, though the eyes of the person suggested otherwise. There was a kindness there, one determined and unmatched and Lois could appreciate a gaze like that.
At the question, Lois blinked, shook her head to gather her bearings and then offered the person still holding her hand a warm smile, "Actually yes. I'm okay. I...Are you okay?" She couldn't go on without asking though it seemed a moot question. Of course the person was okay.
Lois pulled her hand out of Mulan's, and knelt down, scooping up her notebook. Standing again, she flipped the thing closed and shoved it in to a deep pocket of her bag. Returning her attention to the strange, yet familiar face, Lois squinted as if she recognized the dark hair and the strong yet willing gaze. "I know you from somewhere. The ship?" It had to be. This one was with a red-head.