Okay. Um. That could have been put better. Okay. Uh. At least he doesn't look in the slightest bit offended, even if Audrey's still not sure which of these faces she should be looking at it, or if she should stop looking at him like she can't look away. Except looking away might be just as rude since he did sit down and start talking to her.

And you know? The best answer to all of this is to drink a lot more martini with a flat, uncertain smile. Gulping it down and before she notes the thing his head is doing, and she can't help it. It's out of her mouth really fast and baffled, too. "Is that supposed to be happening? Your head is smoking."

Even though he looks entirely unruffled. Which might be the only reason she isn't panicking. Yet. Sort of.