Whoever he was, he was thin. Anne smiled at him. "You're welcome. I wouldn't wish taking the stairs on anyone, not if they live above the fourth or fifth floor, anyway."
She pressed the button for her floor and looked at him with eyebrows raised in silent question: what floor did he need? It having never been in her nature to not know a stranger, she smiled at him again. "You're new? I mean, I haven't seen you before, but that doesn't mean you're new. You're new to me! I'm Anne Blythe."