It seemed to be his lot in life here at Mirage to watch the women around him struggle. It made him uncomfortable but only because he couldn't just fix it. Women were such strange creatures. He hadn't spent time in the company of many of them, well at least not quality time where large chunks of conversation were traded. He wasn't familiar with how the everyday woman dealt with life or how she behaved really. But he recoginzed struggle when he saw it. Ever the observant watcher, ready for things to sneak up on him, he noticed everything.
This time, though, he tried to act as though he had missed the way she'd stumbled over her dislike of the blanket idea. He wasn't entirely sure she would have wanted him to wonder what that had been about and he wasn't sure he wanted to know either. So he turned his eyes quickly to the fridge again.
"You heard the lady," he said to the hulk of machinery. Then, reaching inside, he pulled out fresh greens and vegetables in a large crystalline bowl. He tucked the several flavors of salad dressing that also appeared under one arm and the fixing for a sandwich under the other. He knew he must look like the abominable grocery man so he dumped it all easily on the table and turned to Shannon.
"The table it is," he said with a smile and held out his hand to her so that he could seat her as gentlemanly as he could in spite of the bloody, dirty mess he was.