to be fair, she had called out that she was walking through the back corridor with a full tray.... what she had failed to disclose was how quickly she'd be passing through, so it shouldn't come as a total shock when she collides with another body and sends fifty spinach puffs flying into the air. the clanging of her platter echos in the silence for about thirty seconds before she's crouched down to start cleaning and the only thing moving faster than her hands is her mouth. "oh my god, i am so sorry. this usually never happens, we're just really short staffed tonight and the host is making all these crazy demands—" it dawns on her that this monologue is not in her head. "but, like, that's the job!"