Sam shook her offered hand with a sheepish smile. "Nice to meet you too, Zinda, and no, there's no need for you to go anywhere else." He laughed. "Mirta would kill me if I let weird get in the way of business."
He cleared a couple of glasses from the bar, loading the washer before turning it on.
"Unique traits are good. Interesting accent you got, where are you from?"