"Be the most exciting thing to happen to this place if I did," she muttered, but took his hand in a loose grip. She was used to business handshakes, even if it wasn't her favorite form of greeting. Sucking in a breath, she tried to re-calibrate her quickly waning mood and smiled.
"D3, huh? Glad you decided to come entertain yourself down here amongst us peons. How anyone affords one of those ivory tower apartments I'll never get, but then again, writers don't get the respect they deserve," she replied. "I've been around. I go running at the crack of dawn, usually. Wait...aren't you that guy with the tiny, poofy dog? No offense, but it really sends the wrong message, unless you're just that confident in your masculinity. I've seen you out walking it in the mornings."