Eugene was admittedly seeing stars, though recognized the voice behind the fretting aimed toward him almost instantly. "My fault," He mumbled, sounding ridiculous as his nose poured blood. The addition of the handkerchief helped, and he was able to stem the flow, but he still sounded like he was underwater or severely congested.

"Wasn't looking where I was going." He was amused, as always, that the two of them could not run into one another figuratively instead of literally. "I don't suppose you have an open room for me?" He sighed as his vision finally cleared and what he knew would be one hell of a headache was starting to creep in, right between his eyebrows. Eugene would be shocked if his nose wasn't broken... again.