When she approaches, he looks up out of curiosity, and then gives a slow blink and gulp of mild intimidation. (Big men threatening to punch him? No big deal. Attractive women? A little scary.) He moves as if to stand up--sort of like he would if he were sitting at a table and a lady entered the room, but he doesn't make it there before she settles near him, so he decides to give up. After that, a nod and a shy smile seem like enough of a formal greeting, and he goes back to his work peacefully.

He's not oblivious to her presence just because he's drawing, though, and he does glance over once, just long enough to see what she's writing. He can't make much sense of it, of course. That's all right.

When she speaks to him, his ears turn pink, but he manages to look over and meet her eyes. "Nothin' too exciting. Some botanical illustration for a magazine."

Okay, so the drawing is just a tidy, crosshatched ink sketch of camelias with a chickadee beside them, but it's exciting to him because he doesn't get many paying illustration jobs. He tilts the paper to show her obligingly.