Though it was only half of one, it was the first smile he'd seen out of her. Part of him wanted to see - well, more then part of him wanted more. A full one, to see how much it'd illuminate her face. Maybe if her hand got cleaned. If he made enough of a joke. Girls liked funny guys and - what was he thinking? Her words hit him then, derailing his hopeful look. "You'd be surprised," was his answer, a cough and change of subject.
"It's pretty," Chris said, then amended. "No, clever. Your father picked an auspicious name." He gave a little shrug, stepping into the elevator. "I studied a fair amount of it in college. A lot of my research overlapped there, so...Yeah." His smile was hopeful that she approved. Maybe? Unless she didn't get along with her father and thus bad associations. Drats.
She got the button, so he rocked back and forth on his the balls of his feet. Rolling forward and back. "What floor are you on?" Polite.