He was careful when she took his hand not to pull to hard or squeeze too much. Fighting with the undead was hard work, they were stronger, so he had gotten use to having to do everything just a little harder. Sometimes he found himself shaking hands with a bit too much force.
"The way of the world....when I'm running behind, hit every fuc-- excuse me...every red light. Sometimes I swear stop lights spring up randomly just to get in my way."
There was a loud crunch as he bit into the sucker in his mouth. "Not hurt?" He looked her over, not in a perverted I am checking you out way, but, looking for blood, bumps or bruising.