Rick picked up the kit by the handles with no argument, not even troubled by the heft of its weight. The cut of the suit was all straight lines, but he definitely didn't fill it out like a desk jockey. "Purses aren't villainous," he said, distractedly, vaguely offended by the idea.
Glancing back as he re-entered the hallway, he added, "Villains hang out on a lot of beaches."
Rick shook his head at the questions. Whenever anyone asked him if he had family, he said no. Whenever anyone asked him whether he had close friends, he said no. He certainly wasn't going to admit to having a girlfriend. "With this building, I'm finding that's a good thing."