He stopped when she responded, glancing over to look at her for a moment. "What's his story, anyway? I don't remember much about when I talked to him, but he kinda ticked you off. I remember that much."
He began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, leaving them at the elbows. Then he leaned over and checked the stand out which, for the most part, seemed a little less than stable. He needed to fix a few screws.