"Oof," James exclaims, as a girl with reddish blond hair crashes into him.
 
In the hubbub he drops his class schedule, and he begins searching for it in the mass of papers the girl had dropped. 'Might as well pick these up for the poor dear,' he thinks to himself. "Hey, if you could help me while I help you, would you look for my schedule?" he asks the girl. "By the way, I'm James. And you are?"