"Oh. Cool. I kinda like the way you talk. It's pretty." She was super pretty. Even prettier than the head Mediwitch that let him color behind the big desk earlier.
Ian chose that moment to stick his head in the door, hoping that his son hadn't completely driven Morgan out of her head yet. "Everything going all right in here? You manage to keep her from getting away?" he asked Ben, flashing him a grin.
"Aye-aye, captain!" Ben said, his grin nearly identical to his father's as he saluted crisply.