Greg was making his way to his room, a carryout container in his hands after his visit to the caf. He was one of the lucky ones to live in the same dorm building that housed one of the two cafeterias. He timed his visit just right and was able to get both a hot slice of cheese pizza and a burger that he made to his liking. The smell was making his stomach growl in anticipation. He hadn't eaten since this morning after Sam left him in the lurch so he was pretty starved.
He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going and tripped over someone's feet as he was walking up the few steps in the large sitting area of his building. He cradled his tray as if it was the most precious thing he owned and took the brunt of the fall on his shoulder. He got up to the laughs of the few people who were present and had to laugh at himself for looking like an ass because he sure did feel like one.
He looked to see who he tripped over and instantly recognized the girl sitting on the stairs. "I'm sorry," he started with his pronounced Aussie accent. "I wasn't watching where I was going. You're not gonna try to beat me up now, are you...um, Rock," remembering her name. He smiled at her and his joke. He heard the rumors of how this particular Strike Force member was a firecracker but he had to admit that she looked nothing like how people talked about her. At the moment, other than her blatant annoyance, she looked utterly lonely. "Are you okay?"