She does roll into him, but unevenly, leading with her top hip and the rest of her tugged unwillingly along in a movement that reminds her of when Sophia used to set a Slinkee going down the stairs. Catching herself isn't so successful either, one hand landing on his shoulder and the other wedged between them. The mental image combined with the way they've ended up has her unable to swallow her laughter.

A second and a remarkably unsubtle wiggle later, Carol's hand is free and her face is somewhere between the crook of his neck and his collarbone. "Hi, there." She can think of nothing better to say, whatever mood they had going is dead and gone but she can't manage to dislike this one. One of them may end up with a concussion if they keep going. Sounds worth it if you ask her.