Addy let out a soft sigh as she finished her soup. Standing, she grabbed her bowl and walked over to the conveyer belt in silence. Headed back to her seat, she felt a soft body collide with hers. It was enough to make her stumble, but not enough to push her over. 

"Owe," the boy said, holding a hand to his head. "I'm sorry..."

[b][color=orange]"Oh! ...Uh. Are you okay?"[/color][/b] Addy asked, feeling very, very awkward. The first interactions were always the [i]worst[/i]. [b][color=orange]"You... were holding your head."[/color][/b] She commented, motioning toward the boy's head. [b][color=orange]"I can get an ice pack for you..."[/color][/b] She offered, her voice soft and small.