It's been an ambitious project to install the network of locator glyphs over such a short timespan, and Myr's already learned a great deal about what not to do when mapping a new space. Among them was "don't forget halfway through what range of tones you used for the living quarters," and he's been fixing that particular screw-up for the past three hours now.

He's so preoccupied with remembering which of the miscast glyphs he has to reset that he doesn't notice anyone else is present until he's plowed face-first into her and rebounds off that big ol' wall of templar with a startled oath. "Maker's blood!"

It would be nice to say that all his old training and poise take over and he recovers from the collision flawlessly, but he actually ends up on his ass with a stunned look on his face. He gives his head a rapid shake to clear it, and realizes only belatedly that he actually ran into a person.

"--Ah, shit. Are you all right?"