He wasn't in his comfort zone, she could tell that. But they needed the supplies, so he would sacrifice comfort.
"Sorry..." She whispered softly, looking away.
"No, it's fine, I'm just a tad tense." He replied in a quiet growl.
"A tad?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
He growled with a shrug.
She had to looked at him a few times over and over, the face she saw wasn't one she had known for him. It was of an older man of about forty, his hair a grey brown, hidden under the large brim of his black fedora. The face had more age lines than a piece of art made of cross hatches. A grey suit hid under the large black raincoat, the one thing that seemed to make him look normal.
She shrugged, he couldn't go out with his normal face, at least not to get supplies. Maybe to scare the pants off of thugs, or to get away from cops, but not for supplies. So she was use to these sort of things.
It wasn't like anyone else knew he was hiding behind a mask. And if they did, he would probably rip them a new one to keep their mouths shut. She chuckled at the thought, he was such a violent man when angered.
He turned and looked to her, his eyes asking her what was so funny. She shook her head and shrugged. He replied with his own shrug and turned back to the man behind the counter. Listing off what he had ordered to make sure he had it right.