Having been distracted by the dull process of digging through his mailbag, Ron didn't even notice Steph coming toward him. The accident was really a two way incident - if they both had been paying attention, neither of them would be sporting the pains from having to run into one another, right along with the mess of cluttered papers scattered all over the place. Ron winced at the most upon impact, but beyond that he didn't curse or scream or do anything that he usually would have done in a situation like this. Why? Because the girl who had slammed into him was rather pretty. And he didn't want to offended Pretty Girl. So, pushing his mailbag to the side, Ron knelt down opposite her and reached out to help scoop up the papers as well.
"It's all right," he assured her, "I wasn't really paying attention either. It's the mail, see? Can get a bit...well, it's mail" He looked up at her, blue eyes finding Pretty Girl. "Are you okay? I mean, I dunno, ran into each other pretty bloody hard. Could've broken a finger or, er..." He offered her the stack of papers he'd scooped up. "Bruised. They happen too."
Right. Bruised. He brought his hands up to grab at the strap of his bag, keeping hold of it so that it didn't slip off his shoulder. Last thing this office needed was another paper strewn mess all over the floor.