Sam glances up at her again after having caught the sight of her face, throat locking up. Or maybe that's his tongue. He is really rusty at this whole talking-to-a-really-pretty-girl thing. Okay, who's kidding? He was never all that great to start with, and he's woefully unprepared.

For a lot of things.

He ducks his head and chuckles. "You too, huh? It's good to know I'm not the only one. I didn't hurt you, did I?"