This happens to be the first train I've caught where half the passengers are in need of a decent meal and clothes that don't hang open at the back. I wouldn't call it normal, but I could see it becoming a habit.

[His lips thin out a little, hands splaying as if the gesture itself can slow things down. All right, there may have been grounds for misinterpretation there.]

It's not a proposition of that sort. Appealing as the murderous glare is, I don't want anything from you.