[ He leans down to grab the lost apple, rubbing any dirt from the surface off on the leg of his jeans before lifting it for the young woman to inspect.
Jason probably should have avoided her, but he was on the lookout for spandexed stalkers or robot assailants- not clumsy chicks hiding in plain sight. ]
Do you still want this one-
[ Before he'd finished his sentence he spotted it. A float, metal ball from hell intent on causing chaos and moments of awkward silence. ]