Devika pushed her sweaty curls out of her eyes, feeling her fingertips shake. "I'm... erm... going to the supply store in the theater district." She closed her eyes, wincing at the pain and adjusting her silver glasses. "They have the best art supplies in the city..." She opened her eyes slow, her light brown gaze sweeping the still bustling crowds. Where had that emotion come from? What was that creature? Unfortunately she could see nothing out of the ordinary.

Suddenly she realized that she was probably being rude. This guy had been quite kind to her, in the simple fact that he'd noticed her at all. "Ah, sorry. I'm Devika. You'll have to excuse me for not shaking hands. I have... a condition." Usually that was enough for people to both allow her freedom from the social greeting, and not ask questions about why. Thank goodness for American politeness. In lieu of a handshake, she bowed slightly at the waist. "Thank you for... caring."