Re: [Above Webster's, in Daniel's place: Hannah & Daniel, + Si.]
Daniel put down the kettle without starting the stove (partly because at a glance he had trouble remembering how to get it going, there wasn't a door for wood to be stacked inside) before turning to face the door. He didn't want to have anything domestic in his hands when he met this man, Hannah-Amy's brother. The sound of his heart was relatively strong, and Daniel could smell cigarettes and a mid-life healthy male right before Si burst through the door.
Off-hand, Daniel approved of protective family members, but they usually hated him. Daniel didn't do a great job of coming off as harmless, either, even with his soft white shirt and leather shoes. Something about the way his eyes lowered without concern, or the way he drifted a few steps toward the door. He also did not put out his hand, he would hardly have expected a greeting as such. Hannah-Amy had said she used to prostitute, which was probably what Si was thinking.
"Fainted, she did." Daniel inclined his head, unsmiling but polite in the tip of his brows upward. "I'm afraid I have not been here in... some time," he said, giving his cupboards a British look of concern (i.e. perhaps they were missing tea). "I might have coffee. Let us see." He turned his back and opened a cupboard at random. It had dishes in it.