"You hardly seem like you would tolerate being made a paper-pusher, so I imagine you had to at least have seen one or two interesting things," he replied before glancing over to the table that she had indicated. So soon? Here he thought that he would be waiting awhile. "Here I thought you were holding classified secrets that you had to clear with a commanding officer or something." A commanding officer that wasn't yet awake, really.

He set his hand flat on the table, wiggling his fingers next. Still nothing. It didn't even feel different from when he had banged his hand on the table either. Everything felt as it should have been. This was going to need to be written down so he could track how often it was happening.

He smirked at her little flushed state all the same. "No? What kinda girl are you then?" He leaned forward expectantly. Ignore the potential for flirting; he could be shameless.