Well it's a good thing this was fiction, then, right? Because it was totally happening. As soon as Cid turned the corner Hilda ran straight into him -- he was probably way sturdier than a short little teenager, though, so instead of running him over her momentum sent her to the ground. With GRACE and POISE and A HORRIFIED SQUAWK.

"S-sorry, man," she mumbled in shame as she stood back up, "I was chasin' some jerk that tried to nail me in the head with an arrow or somethin'. You see where he went?"

But there was one buzzing down the hall right behind her.