<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Michelle jumped just a little when the man appeared in front of her, one of her knees making a sharp thunk in reflex as it half-pulled out from the table in order to get her to start running.  Her smile, however, held one of notable embarrassment and was devoid of any real pain despite the accident.  Internally, she was kicking herself for getting distracted, doing everything that her father had described in various tales over the campfire, strong cautions of preparation.<br/><br/>Suddenly she didn't feel ready for any of this.<br/><br/>She did her best to fake it all as being simply flustered, following along with him with her tray of mostly eaten food, taking an even more secluded spot so that they could talk properly.  "Nice to meet you, Tho-" the word caught in her throat.  For once, just for once, she wanted to try being a little nicer.  If he knew who she was, as well as her father, then what was the point in trying to play games with him?  He was already smarter than most people.  "Mr. Anderson."<br/><br/>It felt so strange being on the spot, having people know so much and having to explain to her.  She hadn't felt like that since she first met her father, and she didn't like it.<em>Give them what they think they want.</em>He'd practically buried those words into her with repetition; now she knew why, because it'd be the first thing she thought of as soon as she felt out of sorts.<br/><br/>"Could I get your phone number, then?"  Her phone slipped free from her purse with a practiced snap of her wrist and fingertips, clicking open to record the information.  "Just in case, I mean."  She had to calm down.  Nothing was going to happen if she could just keep her wits.  She hated brand new situations, but this man would surely tell her everything she needed to know about the place.