Don takes her hand--the corner of his mouth twitches, but it's a long ways off from a smile--and shakes at half strength. "You're welcome. Take that hat off, you're indoors." ("And you look ridiculous" is the unspoken addendum.)

He fishes a cigarette from the pack in his breast pocket, lights up. "If you want you can live here--in this building--and it won't cost a thing." He exhales smoke, points to her tablet. "Can I see your..."