Michael’s eyebrows raise when the tall stranger startles so badly. Whoops. He tries not to sneak up on people but sometimes it happens. Quiet feet, loud mouth, everyone else’s shitty hearing.
The multiple apologies and the shyness and the deference, though, are confusing. People don’t treat him like that. His eyebrows pull together as he looks over, trying to get another glimpse of Pretty Hair’s face. She (or he? it’s not clear) hadn’t looked well. The oddity pulls at him.