The smell of freshly baked bread was an inviting cloud that enveloped him as Cinead opened the door to the sandwich shop, the little bell by the door tinkling and announcing his arrival. His stomach growled it's approval at the scent as he stepped to the back of the short line in front of the counter, studying the menu easily over the heads of those in front of him. Behind him, the bell rang once again, signaling The entrance of another customer and he glanced briefly towards the woman as she made her way over to the refrigerators along one wall before putting her out of his mind and returning to his decision-making. But a brief moment later, all his attention was back on the woman as something collided with his lower back, pens, Notebooks, various papers, and text books scattering across the floor, hitting his legs on the way. Instinctively, Cin partially twisted around, steadying The woman behind him with a hand around her upper arm before he blinked, registering what he had just done. Quickly releasing his hold, he glanced down at her empty bag, down to the debris now scattered across the floor, and then up at her face.

"not a problem." He responded in a deep baritone that hinted at a Welsh accent. "accidents happen to everyone." Before she could protest, Cinead crouched down, scooping up pens and books, piling things together in a somewhat orderly fashion. "whatever you were focused on must've been exceptionally interesting. I am rather hard to miss." He teased lightly, offering the collected belongings as he straightened up.