"No need to be so jealous of my attentions, Strange."

It's a blithe, off the cuff thing and punctuated with a smile that is as automatic as it is mean. Aren't you glad you stopped to say hello?

The last of the orange's peel is shed. With a bright burst of summer smelling juices, Ralston divides the orange. One half, peace offering bright and glinting, is offered out at the length of his arm. Whether the dark eyed look that accompanies it is a dare or a genuine welcome is highly debatable.

"Have I interrupted your morning constitutional?"