It's enough to make him swivel back around on the ball of his socks and eyes her, snorting with arrogance, shrugging.

"I'm from New Jersey," he says, as if this excuses him from all manners ever. The whining is starting to get to him though, he didn't know someone could get so high pitched and still sound pissed off. But whatever, it wasn't like she could do anything to him.

"And yeah, you scream poor and helpless. How will I ever sleep at night knowing I knocked your," and suddenly he's right next to her, looking down at her shopping (which he's going to regret later), "Expensive looking stuff out of your hands. Poor you."