"Quite alright." He reassured the girl, poking gingerly at his head. Okay, no blood, he'd be fine. "It's not the first time this has happened." He gestured at the display case. "I think it doesn't like me. So what can I get- right. Roast beef sandwich. What kind of bread, we have whole wheat, Italian, ciabatta, pita and wraps."
Her voice really was quite pleasant. A hint of the Pacific Northwest accent, maybe she was local. It never hurt to ask. "I haven't seen you around before, did you just move nearby?" He touched his head gently one more time, then began to put on gloves.