Raj blinked at the young woman - Bea, she said - and then glanced at her dog. When his attention returned to her face, though, the slightly bemused expression remained as if he could not quite follow her offer or her motivations. Another moment passed and he glanced down to the bag. A crooked smile grew on his face as the social skills kicked in and he stood straighter again. He easily hit six foot, an intimidating figure in worn jeans and a threadbare tank top.
"Hello, Bea." His voice came out surprisingly gentle, slightly rusty as if he rarely used it.