Because there was a man in her life who did that constantly.

He had done it about four hours earlier, over a kitchen counter, with a syringe in his hand, and he had called it strawberry.

Then I went back out to the counter, and Sergeant Reyes was already standing at it, and the outer doors opened.

Part Six: The Lobby

He came in shaking rain off his coat and he was, from the first second, extremely good.

I want to be precise about that, because the version people expect is a man shouting through glass, and what actually happened was much harder to stand in front of.