Maeve can't help it, she grins a little, both amused and kind of put off by the guy. She wouldn't be able to explain it, maybe it's the way he holds himself or the accent, which is familiar enough in that he sounds a lot like Maeve's mum, but whatever it is, it makes her mouth tug up into a smile she tries to pretend doesn't exist.

"Well... oh wait, hold that thought," she says as she sees her client approaching. He's checking out the scene, looking a little wary, but Maeve just steps up to him and holds out the paper she'd written for him. "The Evolution of Psychology Through History, yeah? That's a hundred."

"Yeah," the guy answers, passing Maeve two fifties that she pockets quickly and then she smiles, letting him take the paper from her hand.

"End of year papers are double," she tells him. "Remember that before you call me in May." Then she returns her attention to the scene at hand and says, "I'm already not exactly following the rules. I probably shouldn't go around kicking too many wankers while they're already down."