Duncan had been on his way to the library as well. Like Methos, he liked to read. His preferences rested more toward history books, and how they held up to the truth over the years as opposed to the other immortal's liking for anything in Greek and Latin. Boring languages, really.
He had been coming from a different direction, and had been paying attention, but he'd seen the much shorter young woman too late to stop in time before she bounced off him. This wasn't a first for Duncan, but it never failed to make him feel guilty. Some had even fallen back after running into him, so he'd been ready to catch her. Fortunately, that wasn't the case and he was left rubbing at the back of his neck.
"I am," he sighed. "Sorry about that. Are you all right?"