Martin doesn't even notice Rich's reactions right now. He's too busy trying to work around someone who refuses to move out of the way.

"What are you even doing in London anyway?" he asks.

(Douglas only shrugs. "What are you doing in London?" he asks.)

Managing to get the trolley on the other side of Douglas, Martin sighs deeply. "Rich, this is Douglas. The one I was telling you about the other day. Douglas, this is Rich."

("Charmed," says Douglas, though he doesn't sound it. He does have that look that people get when they think they might recognise someone, though.)