He knows what she is going to say when he opens the door.

He's probably known for quite some time already but that's the moment when he finally acknowledges it to himself.

He contemplates her appearance and he wants to say something spiteful and sarcastic but he can't find the words.

Which is odd.

She says exactly what he expected her to and that annoys him again because while he can predict her actions and words there are still so many pieces missing of the puzzle that is the damaged beauty in front of him that he sometimes thinks it will take a lifetime for him to figure her out.

He doesn't take the offered hand.

She's already too close.