Hunter flashed a strangely white, wide smile at the young man, even more remarkable when contrasted with the dirt on his face.
"Nice to meet you, Madison." He said, "You've got a beautiful car. I'm jealous." Hunter added, and rather than launching into a tirade against supped-up gas-guzzling super cars, he gestured the young man into the shade of the lobby, "It must be a beautiful thing to drive- especially out of the city on the open road." He said, taking the keys to the vending machine out of his pocket, unlocking it and taking out one of the chilled bottles of spring water, and handing it over. He'd put the money in the machine later, wanting to play host and rescuer now more than anything else.