Lorne blinked behind his glasses, and turned his head. He was glad he hadn't imagined that someone was there. He'd just been expecting a little kid or something, not a grown woman.
He did not have to be an empath to know that she was not quite human. It was obvious, in the way she looked. But then again, Lorne had spent enough time with Angel and with demons to know something older than it looked when he saw it.
Lorne offered a polite smile. There was trepidation in it--he did not know this woman, or what she really was, even if he could see she was not just what she seemed.
"Aw, shucks," he said. "Well, I try." He grabbed one of the towels up and put it in the red shopping basket he was holding.
And since he was, in fact, Lorne, all he could do was be pleasant. At least until such time as he lost his temper, or his sleep. "And how're you this afternoon?"