Kaminski made no move to hand over the bags. This jumpy chick seemed to think he was going to run off with them, and the petulant 10-year-old boy inside him was insisting that the only solution was to do the exact, total, 180 degree opposite of running off with them.
"Man, you're jumpy. Relax. I'll give them back to you." He checked her mailbox number. "At apartment 802, so you don't drop them again."
He took one bag off his shoulder and waved it slowly as he made his way to the elevator, as if he were going to hypnotize Candy Raver Girl into believing he wasn't a book thief. "Oh no, after him! He's getting away!"