There's a light and sudden gasp that passes between James' lips as his pen drags along the paper, ripping through the top couple of sheets as he looks over to the person who's fallen over him, hoping that she's okay. He hasn't been tripped over a lot in his life. Hasn't really been tripped over at all, lately, 'cause people are too careful around him, they don't want to hurt him at all if they can help it. Maybe she doesn't know who he is. Maybe she's trying to cheer him up. But most importantly, he just hopes that she isn't hurt.

He shakes his head when she asks after him. A little bump here and there isn't gonna hurt. "Are you okay?" he asks instead, blinking.