He jolted again - muttering another apology - and bent to pick up the rest of his papers, stuffing them into random folders and books. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact--

"I'm, um, I'm just-- going to go, I'm sorry--" He made for the door, but he didn't consider the fact that the terrifying woman was blocking his only exit. Well, there was the window ... He sucked in a breath.

"Excusemema'm."