"Go get coffee?" Val smiled and tilted her head, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "How 'bout you take a look at the hand and we get plans underway and then we get a little coffee." She could go to coffee with him, if it meant getting a hand that was a little more durable. If it meant getting something better. He was cute, which helped, but that only meant she didn't want to take her right wrist out of her pocket. He'd have to see it at some point, she was sure, but she'd avoid that for as long as possible. Had she knows that Forge was in a similar situation with his leg, she might have felt differently, but she hadn't yet noticed.