The man's smile is quite ridiculous, and Charley finds herself rather charmed by it. He certainly doesn't seem to be threatening, at least; as far as strange men staring at her in public go, she's had worse.

She raises her eyebrows up at him, lips pressing off to the side in a wryly expectant sort of expression. 'Hello. Have we met? It can't imagine we have; I've not been to New York in this-- I mean, I've not been to New York before.'