"It's a - a handshake, mate..." she said, her voice trailing off as she pulled her hand back with a suspicious look. She exited the train and began walking down the grey, deserted street towards her home. She went in silence as he spoke, becoming more and more angry with him.<span style="font-style: italic">He might not be a normal bloke, but who the hell does he think he is, then?!</span>She turned a corner and entered a dingy backyard with a dumpster, a sleeping homeless man, and a flight of derelict metal stairs that lead 2 storeys up.<br/><br/>"You know, I'm really starting to wonder about you," Elle said, who had stopped dead after having taken a few steps up the stairs. She turned halfway around to face the man, whom she had begun to suspect was out of his mind or possibly on drugs. She narrowed her eyes at him. "First of all, even though you just fell most dramatically from the skies you should be polite enough to at least tell me your name. Second of all, I am not going to give you any money. I'm not exactly swimming in it myself. And last of all, you should be damn grateful that I am even considering helping you after your overall eccentric behaviour, extreme lack of gratitude, and common courtesy!" She breathed heavily through her nose, staring him down as best as she could from her higher position on the steps. "You better figure out what you want."<br/><br/>She turned away haughtily, rattling the steps as she made her way to the uppermost of the two doors, where she began to fumble with her keys.