She was pretty. Nobody was smokin' hot in this many layers, but maybe without them she would be. She sort of had that perky earnest thing going for her, he thought. He used both hands to pull his backpack up again, keeping them busy so he had an excuse not to take her hand. They were both in a lot of layers of clothing and a decent amount of space was between him and her, so he just got vague overtones of nervous excitement and mild amusement. Uncertain about whether the amusement was about him or about something else, he just nodded at her awkwardly. "Yeah, that's me." Wait, what else are you supposed to say? "Uh, hi." This was the part where they went out the door?