She stood quickly, smoothing down her pencil skirt when he came out of Joe's office. Nodding, she said, "Yes, it seems you will. He's a bit odd, but of the friendly sort. Are you very handy?" She meant are you good at repairing things but she immediately realized how her question sounded and blushed straight from the roots of her dark hair to her throat. "I mean, um," she didn't even know how to correct herself. What was it about Roger Davies that always made her senses desert her? It had been the same when they'd been in school, before the war.