Fuck decorum. In normal circumstances, one would stay seated, introduce their counterpoint, maybe have some boring small talk while establishing no one had weapons. I just hopped up the second I saw Redford's familiar form, heard that particular shuffling gait, a huge grin spreading across my face. He was caught in a hug, my arm slung around his waist to pull him in close.
"Hey, stranger," I murmured. "Don't freak, but we have to show you don't have a weapon. Trust me, 'k?"
Then I pulled back, holding my arms out by my sides, nodding for Redford to do the same. I turned slowly, again indicating that Red should mirror me before going over and lifting his shirt quickly to prove there were no weapons. He'd probably been checked before he even got in here, but Evelyn was a cautious woman. My little show would have to be good enough, because I'd blow the fucking hand off of anyone who tried to frisk him.
"Evie, this is Redford. Red, this is Evelyn." I winked at her. "One of my favorite people. She has the best toys." My arm was around Redford's waist again, my hand sliding into his back pocket to tug him in closer. It wasn't just for kicks - if someone was going to take a pot shot, they'd have me all up in their sights. Which is how it should be. "Excuse us for a second, Evie. I just want to have a word with my partner for a moment."
Then I was turning away, eyes scanning Red's face. "You okay? Get in all right?"