“Hi there,” Charlette said behind him.  Paul looked down and toward his left, avoiding Jemma’s fiery gaze, which conveniently now shifted toward his new tenant.  He hoped he was successful at suppressing his smirk, as he recalled what Charlette was wearing.  Just as Jemma was about to say something, he rallied and announced, “Sorry about my sucky manners.  Jemma, this is Charlette. Charlette, Jemma.”<br/><br/>Paul slid a little to the left, just in case.