The girl didn't seem overly shocked, bar what you would expect after being knocked over; so far so good. She had a pretty good smile too, which was interesting enough. A relief too, as it wasn't sharkish enough to suggest that Fuyuki had been figured out. Maybe all that time labouring away at the makeup and practicing general girlish mannerisms had helped... or perhaps the girl just wasn't paying enough attention. Regardless, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Something in this girl's manner seemed a little off and Fuyuki's information brokering habits returned unbidden; he cast a slow critical eye over the girl, noting a slight sway here, a hint of a squint there. Balance issues? Something wring with the leg? Honestly it could have been anything, but he decided that she must have some internal problem, perhaps something neural. And that made things easier for him tool; if she had to concentrate on her balance, then the girl was less likely to scrutinise him any closer.

Her question caught Fuyuki off guard though; explaining his lack of situational awareness was as easy as channeling clumsy girl moe, but that wouldn't explain why he was rushing... He paused for a noticeable moment, unsure of what to write, before jotting down a few sentences. [b]'I'm not sure, I can't see very well at the moment-'[/b] He paused in something akin to a eureka moment, coming up with a passable story. [b]'I forgot my glasses at that hotel and was in a rush to retrieve them; in hindsight, maybe I should have taken it easy?'[/b] Even as he did his best to be demure about it, Fuyuki couldn't hide a dry, cynical flash of a smile as he passed the notebook over. His character was all over the place today, but perhaps that would work in his favour.