"Tonks," she confirmed, lowering her wand arm and holding out hand to shake. "And you're Spike? Nice to meet you." Thanks for letting me smoke your pot. She decided that in order to cut down on the awkwardness she would leave those particular words until later.
Dora looked Spike up and down quickly, thinking that he reminded her of some of the people she'd seen around London during her childhood when she'd been wandering around places with her older cousins that she shouldn't have been wandering around in. His hair sort of reminded her of something she would do with her own on any given day of the week, but she assumed his came out of a bottle.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few crumpled bills. "I haven't done this in a few years, but I remember the etiquette. Here."