It's so crowded in here

“That's right. Sam Patchowski, paranormal instigator, though I didn't start shit today.” It was with some relief and a small smile Sam shook the offered hand firmly. It'd give Rick a chance to note the notes on her hand went right up to the nailbed, while she studied the curious aspects of his aura. There was something up with his hand, and something up with him, and it was in those somethings her relief was rooted; they were signs her had an idea of what he was doing, and, maybe, had some unusual talents to employ. “My friend and I were minding our own business. Let's walk and talk? The lobby probably isn't the place to be as blunt as I'm inclined. In the same vein? Nice to meet you, shame about the circumstances.”