[He opens his mouth to say something once she's close, but she cuts him off by stopping. Lockon blinks for a moment, because he remembered the first time someone told him about the toe pick, he about broke his face on the ice. At her words, though, he has to tilt his head, quizzically. Something was odd about her wording, but he let it slide.] No, it's true. I thought I was supposed to be the experienced one. [A wink.]