"I'm pretty sure acts of bag transference are covered by good samaritan laws. Look it up."
He pressed the button and glanced back in her direction as he waited, wondering if she'd pop a gasket or pull out a can of mace or maybe even chill out. She didn't seem to be doing much of anything, though, and he couldn't guess at what was going through her head. What did people in Orange County have to be jumpy about anyway?
The doors opened with a ding and he started to get on. "Lucky for you I don't require a signature for delivery. You can leave a tip in my mail slot. No coupons or death threats though."