[b]Toma Tanaka - Warakuma Streets[/b]

Toma couldn't completely stop his eyes from widening when Hamada accepted his help -- he had fully been expecting her to either ignore him or tear him to pieces. Instead, she explained why she had asked him if he was lost. And he really did look awful, so he couldn't very well fault her logic. He had spoken to her to see what she was actually like, instead of blindly believing the stories he had been told, but had unintentionally let those stories affect his first impression of her by automatically taking her words as an insult, completely defeating the purpose of talking to her in the first place. 

Minute embarrassment flashed across his face as he scolded himself for his quick assumptions and stupid insult.

"I'm, uh, sorry. I'm not usually like this," he said, referring to both his appearance and more subtly his less-than-stellar attitude so far. "I've just... had a long day, I guess." It was a weak excuse, but at least she'd know he was apologetic.

He held out his hands, ready to accept any bags she decided to offload onto him, replacing his slight frown with a small smile which, despite his best efforts, came out a little sheepish. "Feel free to dump as much stuff on me as you'd like -- you'd never know it just by looking at me, but I happen to love menial labour." 

Perhaps he'd be able to fix up her first impression of him yet. He'd certainly try his best to do so.