The plainness of the office space struck Charlie, and though her own apartment was nearly the same in terms of sparseness, her mind instantly conjuring things like serial killers, mainly the Hollywood types like Hannibal Lecter and the popular-and-loveable kind like Dexter. Which kind was Elias? The fact that she thought of such things was enough to make her laugh, but that seemed inappropriate at the moment, and she waved a hand in lieu of taking his offered one.
"Yeah, I'm just here for tonight - these things, they come, they go, but at least it keeps things interestin'. This your office? It's damned empty," she continued the conversation along, ignoring the fact that she'd sidestepped his handshake.
"A whole floor to yerself, huh? What, you don't play well with others?"