John Smith? This had to be a joke. It was ridiculous, even as he snatched her hand to kiss it. He was doing this on purpose. Was he just mad, or was he some psychotic predator trapping her in. But he knew her, he'd known her name, since whoever was at the end of the phone wasn't speaking to her at all. 

With that in mind, Hazel started striding off, hoping to lose him in the crowds. It wasn't worth this for her phone. She was due an upgrade pretty soon anyway, she thought. But she'd keep walking and point him in the right direction, and life would go on. Hopefully. She didn't say much, just pushed her hair out of her face as she looked back and gestured for him to follow her. 

Why the hell had he kissed her hand? Where was he from? No, that didn't seem right. It was better to ask 'when was he from?', but she didn't ask, since that would verge on weird. "Really, what's going on?" She asked eventually, glancing back to him.