Some classes must have just gotten out because the courtyard suddenly filled with twice as many people as before, making it hard to get where he meant to go. The crowds swept Layland along with it, back toward the center of the open area. Muttering insults that compared people to schools of fish, he pushed his way away past people who were taller than him. Layland wasn't a short man, it seemed people were growing taller these days and he couldn't contend with these young wiry people of six foot.

Barely after making his way out of the pack, Layland collided headlong into a person who hadn't been walking with the crowd. He tumbled forward, knocking both him and the slight looking man to the ground. He quickly pulled himself to his feet and fixed his appearance back into it's careful neatness. He barely missed a beat, his face only showing surprise for a second before he composed himself again.

"I'm sorry, that was my fault," he said, offering the other person a hand to help them up. He may have been in a hurry, but that wouldn't stop him from being polite. It had been his fault that they collided after all. Layland got too impatient and made a mistake by not being observant enough.