Hatter took her offered hand in his. His touch was light as he held her delicate fingers in his own. As is customary he kissed the top of her hand with a flutter from his lips. "It is a pleasure, Elaine." Oddly enough hers was a name he had never heard of before. "How wrong you are, I do not find you common at all."
Letting her hand slip away from his fingers Hatter ran his hands through his now dry hair, he straighted out the coat that hung from his sternly straight shoulders. Though the wardrobe he wore looked cumbersome and heavy it adapted well to the hot environment. Taking her arm in his, hers looping through his at the elbow, the Milliner looked down the street. "In which direction should we head Miss Elaine?"