The man he just so happened to bump into was none other than Illya Kuryakin who by his very nature alone was neither patient or forgiving but he could recognise when certain things were an accident. The being body slammed into by a younger dark haired man who looked very much as though he was running from something or possibly someone being one of those things.
"It is okay," he offered, Russian accent thick and out of place in their American settings, but it was something Illya had long ago accepted about his being a Russian in America. Illya was more than likely to have done more damage to the younger man than the other was to him as he was a pretty sizable unmovable object.
Gravity it would seem did not apply to the Russian.