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Her words where met with a blank stare. The man had a face that was twisted into a permanent scowl with a furrowed brow and a stern glare with his dark brown eyes. Her hand was, however, taken into a large, leathery hand. It was warm and coarse like sandpaper, and his hand was equally tightly grasped around hers as it was bony and slender. He nodded as he shook her hand, though his stare didn't seem to change. As she walked off, he did straighten up a bit and seem to pop his back some.