Buck wasn't traditionally even-keeled, but the hammer threat was already forgotten. To be fair, it helped that Evie Bowen was, well, cute for a Mrs. Fix-It type. All she needed was a bandanna and she could really rock the Rosie the Riveter aesthetic. Then again, that was not a reference Buck would have gotten. He had simpler historic tastes. Like... Kim Possible or the Little Mermaid. They had red hair, right? More importantly, she was a distraction. Someone distinctly not his dad.
Shoving his hands in the front pouch of his hoodie, he didn't make a move towards Evie. Of course, he didn't make it easy by making a move away either. His music still buzzing in one ear, as well as from the earbud that dangled down his chest, Buck considered her response. That look of recognition. That ho-hum reception. That pun. It was enough to prompt a lazy sort of grin. Hey, he was pretty cool, okay?
"Sacred, huh?" Buck echoed, brows lifting beneath his perpetually messy hair. "I think you take this tech stuff a little too serious, girl." He had her pegged, or so he thought. She was definitely not the DTF variety. All work, no play. But he wasn't entirely dismissive of her interests. Clearly, there was a reason she preferred to tinker with technology, rather than stuff her face at the party. Maybe she just didn't like crowds. Maybe she just really liked fixing things. After all, she had seemed pretty genuine in her concern for his vandalized fire alarm.
He let her inspect the hammer. Honestly, he couldn't really help her. He didn't really have a way to un-ice something once he had iced it. Then again, Buck had never had a good reason to try. But he didn't think it was possible to defrost the hammer. Maybe if he willed the ice to move away from the hammer? Whatever, she was talking to him. And that mattered more than a hammer.
"I drink," he argued, predictably a little defensive. Boys and their egos. "I just don't wanna go. I don't know nobody but my sister. Why ain't you there?"