The words snapped Kit out of his reverie and he looked quickly at the woman - a neighbor, getting her own mail, someone he'd never met before. He was trying to determine how much of a threat she was and what she knew, while attempting to appear as though this were the most nonchalant morning in the history of his life.
"I don't know anything," he said, curling his fingers around the ring. It felt like it was burning his palm, but he knew that was just psychology. "But uh, what seems to be the problem?" Just act nice. Calm and nice. Non-threatening. She didn't know anything about him. Not a thing at all.