Of all the things Victor has picked upon from this young man (Rupert, apparently. And German, it would seem), the way he moves is suddenly the most interesting. Most people move clumsily when faced with unwanted and unexpected contact, often resulting in double the injured parties or at least some wounded ego. But Rupert moves like a dancer, not a flicker of concern or any particular concern about the near-kerfuffle at all. Interesting. It was first and foremost Victor's intention to not get barrelled into, but he'll take that curious tidbit.

The smoothly extended hand earns a customary downward flicker of Victor's eyes and an equally swift return of his eyes to Rupert's face. His hands remain quite squarely in the pockets of his coat.

"Victor Vale," sure sounds like a superhero's name.

"And do you always do that?" He gives a light nod in Rupert's direction, "Offer your service without knowing who you're offering it to? Or without them knowing what your service is, for that matter?"

Yeah, it's a turn of phrase and Victor knows it, but being a smug ass is just sort of what Victor does.