Billy was running over some calculations in his head when he heard the voice. He was startled, and turned to look at her.
For a second, his heart leaped in his chest. Red hair.
But as soon as he got a proper look at her, he knew she wasn't Penny. His heart fell a little at that, even though he knew it wasn't logical. Of course she wasn't Penny. She was younger and she had a British accent.
Right, she was talking. He blinked and gave her a nervous half-smile.
"Sorry. Uh, sure you can," he said, reaching for the box of detergent. He held it out, still smiling nervously. "Here," he said, pointlessly.