Well okay. He didn't drink protein shakes for lunch, or sit around lifting weights in his spare time. She had him there. But he liked to think that guys who were really big and strong had other things to do than mug people on the subway. If they were really keen on beating people up they'd do so for a real profit, not a stolen iPhone and a credit card that'd only be cancelled once the victim reached a telephone. Or picking on guys their own size at least. They had to have some dignity, right?
"Well I'm not going to try my worst, if that's what you're getting at." He wasn't totally oblivious to her nervousness, but it wasn't as if he was going to go and point it out. It would probably only make her more nervous, anyway. "So, you've made it to the bottom. Now you just have to pay to get in and onto the train. You have small change, right?" As in, something smaller than a $20. Preferably a $5. Or a single ride ticket.