The news that people, at least one of them, noticed his daily routine was alarming at first. He didn't want to stick out, definitely not here, but he didn't get the impression that his reputation was particularly negative. He only eyed her hand for a moment before offering his own. "Pleased to meet you. I'm George Walsh." He almost said 'from accounting' out of habit. In his time on the road he had never had time to slow down or think about how much things had changed; the important bits, the survival, had simply molded their way into his psyche as he walked and the little ticks and idiosyncrasies of his past life had remained in the absence of live company to practice new ones on. At least he hadn't start talking to the walkers yet, he'd seen how that ended up for some of the people in OKC. "I'm just doing my best to stay busy. The amount each of the living has to do goes up every time there's another one of [i]them[/i]."