[The offer of help gets a flicker of a soft look. Something almost pleading. And timid, like a woodland creature not sure if they should trust a hand that feeds him, oh dangerous hand of man. Then it's gone.]

Lubitsch. [A pause, because last names were involved.] Just Lubitsch.

And thanks for the offer but I'm...good. [He's not.] Also, might I say: shocked at the magnanimity. You have every reason to distrust every fucking one of us.