Shae was taken aback at the mild rebuke, and he hesitated for a few moments before stepping closer. The anger was still there, simmering just beneath his skin, but he bit his tongue before he could voice any of the thoughts bouncing around in his head.
As he bent down to retrieve her overturned purse, the movement momentarily blocked the beam of his headlights and cast a silhouetted shadow against the backdrop of her car. That accent sounded awfully familiar, if a bit softer and more refined than his own; it almost seemed that he could hear her voice in his mind, echoing gently as though on some sort of playback loop.
Several personal effects had spilled out of her purse, and Shae's hand hovered reluctantly over a thin, rectangular compact as he debated whether or not this pretty stranger would really appreciate him pawing at her belongings. It occurred to him that he hadn't actually said anything in his own defense...or at all, really.
His pride prevented him from simply sucking it up and apologizing, but as he glanced up at the woman's face, highlighted starkly as it was by the glare of the headlights, he felt his pulse quicken suddenly and inexplicably.
"Ain' nevah killed nobody yet, ma cher," he said by way of introduction.