All the courage that Yuki had built up to open the door disappeared in the instant the figure landed on her feet. She froze... Which surprised her, normally she'd yelp and run behind cover, but instead she just froze. Her pale sheeks slowly turned red and she felt the burning sensation of blushing over her face. She took a step back, finally, as the young man regained his composure and stood up. "Entschuldigen!" he said, and Yuki blinked confusedly. [i]What language was that? Ah, he's talking! Focus, Yuki![/i]
[i]"I didn't mean, uh! That is, I hit the table!"[/i] he said, and Yuki continued to look at him confused, scared and blushing. Once he recovered however, so did Yuki. Somewhat. [i]"Entschuldigen, excuse me, I'm just...a little flustered. The Fuschs-...I mean Capello sometimes has that effect."[/i] he said, a thick accent too foreign for Yuki to understand. European probably? Was that really "too foreign"? Wait, what is he saying?
"I, uh..." Yuki stuttered. "It's alright! Sorry for... Opening the door on you!" She smiled shyly, mostly at herself because she was proud of the courage she had to talk to this person. The situation was awkward, but she was starting to forget about that. "What is... Capello?" she asked, still holding the door with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. Or well, with her sleeves rather, since they were so long.