[Ashton had opened his mouth to answer her questions, but he didn't want to stop her. He liked hearing her talk about herself, and her experiences. They were so different from his, and it interested him.]
[He's smiling calmly at her, having put his food down on the blanket and pulled his knees up to his chest to look at her. Ashton doesn't even realize for a moment that she stopped talking and was looking back at him.] --oh! Sorry, um. What was the question, again?