That eerie smile doesn't budge, but his body language does soften, hands slipping into his pockets.

"Well, now you know. I accept the apology." His words don't sound kind, despite his best efforts. The sunshine is souring his mood.

"Nice to meet you, Fran. My name is Alan." Slipping his hand from his pocket, he holds it out - and if she takes it, she will find that it is cold, almost slimy.