would disrupt the people moving around them dramatically, for a few seconds, but after a couple of quick mis-steps, and perhaps an under the breath grumble, the torrent would resume, eddy forgotten. She nodded in that direction, and said, "It really bothers you, then?" He used his hands to push himself off from the door. Midway through this process, he registered the grubbiness of the surface that he was using as leverage, and too late he made an erratic attempt to avoid further filthiness. Like this, he clumsily got to his feet, to Artie's great amusement. "Smooth." She muttered into the hand hiding her face. "Hell yes." He retorted. He brushed his hands against each other, and then brushed off the seat of his jeans. Then he brushed off his hands again. He sighed, giving up clean hands as a bad job, and pushed them deep into his pockets. "But yeah... well, no. It doesn't bother me, as such." Jim signalled that all was well and they could move on. Moments later, they instinctively caught a wave of tourists heading in their direction, and they left their mean little sanctuary. Their path set and pace established, conversation continued. "I mean, it isn't that I can't handle groups of people. I'm not agoraphobic... If anything, I'm used to aggro." He grinned to himself, aware that sometimes puns seemed to lose her a little, and pressed on, narrowly dodging a colourfully dressed small child that was heading towards his knees as it