[To his credit, he doesn't bolt. He doesn't really know what to think, mind pleasantly blank for a few short seconds before the ping of his clamshell draws his attention. The device is in the pocket of his jeans, and it's on the floor, which means he's not grabbing it right now.
Instead he's just...staring at the ceiling. He looks like he wants to say something, but he's pretty sure he'd fuck it up, so he stays quiet even as he sneaks a glance at her. Hello.]
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Instead he's just...staring at the ceiling. He looks like he wants to say something, but he's pretty sure he'd fuck it up, so he stays quiet even as he sneaks a glance at her. Hello.]