As the stranger approached, it took everything Marcus had not to start internally psychoanalyzing him, just by habit. There was something just a bit askew about him. Not sociopathic, but something....
No. Stop it.
Marcus gave the man a little smile and straightened the papers as much as he could. He wasn't curious about what was on them, that was the stranger's business.
"Sorry about the shoe marks," he said as he handed the pile over.