"You've met me. I think you can figure out I'm bad at everything." Sarcasm would help her get her feet under her, right?

She was, at that moment, really glad she wasn't in one of those stupid ships with him where they were all connected by feelings just then, because she'd be embarrassed at the sudden ping of fear she felt when he said he was letting go. God, get a grip, Jones. She did feel something, but again, it was hard to put her finger on what it was and how she could affect it. She chose to focus on something else. Like... "Why're you wet?"

And in boxers? "Did I interrupt something?"