The first thing Anakin noticed was the lack of any kind of recognition from the woman when Claudia said his full name, when the woman looked at him, or when she greeted him. Like James, she seemed to have no idea who he was. The last friend of Claudia’s he’d spoken to, weeks ago, had gushed about how amazing he was, despite his future, or maybe because of his future. It had been difficult to tell. H. G. was refreshing.
“Hello, a pleasure” Anakin said, taking note of the second unusual thing about H. G. She looked not at him, but around him, at the bike currently on blocks. And she did so with more than the normal, casual curiosity. Something about the way her eyes moved over the frame suggested she had some knowledge on the subject of mechanics. Alright, Claudia’s distraction was proving more entertaining than he’d initially suspected.
“Anything I might have to say about Claudia can be backed up with necessary proof.”
He started to reach his hand forward, but then remembered himself. His hands were covered in the grease and grime of an engine, hardly something he should offer another person at a first greeting. He ducked his head apologetically while he removed his glove, the one he wore over his mechno-arm. That gold and black hand he extended towards H. G. and politely shook her hand.