And really, Simon wasn't trying to startle her. It was just that the being dead thing stopped generating as much noise - no pulse, no heartbeat, no breath. His boots scuffed a little but that could have been a million things. But that she was so aware of her surroundings was impressive, to say the least. The corner of his mouth perked up as he watched her straighten herself as if it mattered.
An apology? That was odd. What the Hell was she apologizing for? "Yeeeah, it would've," he agreed in a vaguely amused tone, nodding his head just slightly. The poor woman was very unhappy about the situation, that he could tell. And it couldn't have been particularly comfortable to stand like that on her broken shoe. He sucked in his bottom lip just a bit as he nodded in return to her greeting. He wasn't much of a 'good evening' type. It just seemed so stereotypical.
"You walkin' home or how far is your place?" Because there were other options that weren't him leaving her alone in the dark. Sure, they were all unusual creatures but his mother would come back from the dead and have his head if she knew she'd just left some woman on her own in the dark. And now he knew that was entirely possible. "'Cause if it's not far, I can lend you my shoes to get there."