Ben had noticed the flicker of movement and had, initially, paid it little mind.<br/>The smell of food though got to him and dragged his attention back to who was standing in his doorway.<br/>She was a tiny thing no doubt - she bought to mind someone else he had known once - that brought a twinge of emotional pain which he quickly buried. His years in incarceration had taught him not to show or betray any emotion.<br/>He could see she was nervous.<br/>He inhaled deeply again of her culinary craft - damn it smelt good.<br/>This brought a smile to his face, "Thank you. I didn't realise how hungry I was until you came along." His stomach growling appreciatively.<br/>He put down the pad he had been working with and wiped his hands on his trunks - his time in the military and prison making him unaware of his own state of undress.Bowing slightly from the waist then holding out his hand he greeted her,"My name's Ben."