[Warsman is, at least, more or less immune to that reaction by now- the stop, the double-take, the pause as they work out the mask and the voice and the build. For a while he found himself mentally filling in the silence with his own take on the thoughts running through their minds at that moment, but even he had worked out after a little while that it was probably unhealthy. It's still a habit he slips into, of course, but this time the woman's hesitation is brief enough that it doesn't occur to him.
He's not actively trying, then, to keep his tone as mild as it is as he nods, stepping neatly off of the curb.] Not at all. Here- [Curling his fingers around the handle, he hauls it up onto the pavement without so much as a grunt- though it is, admittedly, heavier than he was anticipating. Books, maybe? He doesn't immediately let go.] Where do you want it?
IF I HAD MY COPY OF PAPRIKA I WOULD SO OFFER TO MAKE YOU SOME
He's not actively trying, then, to keep his tone as mild as it is as he nods, stepping neatly off of the curb.] Not at all. Here- [Curling his fingers around the handle, he hauls it up onto the pavement without so much as a grunt- though it is, admittedly, heavier than he was anticipating. Books, maybe? He doesn't immediately let go.] Where do you want it?