She smiled faintly, staring into the puddle-streaked sidewalk. It bloomed slowly, just the faint upturning of her lips.

"You really haven't had much conversation."

One last breath of her cigarette, and she flicked the stub away, sending it rolling and bouncing into the street. Her eyes were back on him. "All right. Tell me what I need to be wary of, being around you. Men crashing through my ceiling?"