She's almost gathered all those errant sheets of paper (and is seriously considering the virtues of stapling each and every one of them into a new notebook. And taping them in place too, just to ensure that another embarrassment like this doesn't strike again) save for one more bit of note work fluttering around in the breeze. And a glance at the paper already tells her that it's one of the more important ones, covering some key points of this week's psychology lectures. Something she hasn't had time to memorize yet, and will doubtlessly be on the final exam.

All of this factors into why her vision and focus is narrowed on catching that last scrap, to the exclusion of all else.

It's pure luck that the person in front of her scrambles out of the way before she crashes into them. Michelle brings herself up short with a very undignified squeak in the back of her throat. It takes nearly three seconds of confused blinking, before she gets her mental feet back under her and figures out what the situation is.

"The apology should be mine, actually. I'm afraid I was a bit lax in holding onto my notes... and now it seems I'm paying the price for it." She can at least get that much said, while watching the last note twist away in the wind-

The wind which suddenly shifts, and sends said piece of paper fluttering back down towards their faces.