Rupert chuckled aloud. She had started biting back. That made things just a tad more interesting for him. He stood up and placed his journal at his side.
"Why, my dear Lady Jogger, I couldn't possibly know what you mean by that," he responded with the same smile on his face. "I happen to be one of the most prominent members of the Upper Plate's law enforcement, you see. Allow me to introduce myself. I am called--" he stopped and moved his journal in front of his face quickly and, with a practice hand, opened it so as to scan the front page and closed it. "--Rupert Zeiss. Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name, she who dwells in squalor?"