Chase was completely relieved that she couldn't read his thoughts. He was afraid all she'd get was 'boobs! boobs! Stop it! Eyes. Ohhh eyes. PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY STOP TALKING YOU IDIOT' in a mantra to which there was no foreseeable end. In reality, she'd pretty much get that he didn't give himself enough credit, because he wasn't actually drooling over the girls she was hiding behind her art supplies. He was definitely swept up by her being so beautiful, but it wasn't dominating his thoughts.
"Chase. I'm sure you'll remember me as 'that idiot guy', which is cool, I'll answer to it. Nice to meet you, and again, super sorry that I wasn't watching where the hell I was going," he said, giving her a more natural smile as he calmed down a little. Her question helped that along nicely. "God - yes. Super new. Like, I think I'm kinda lost? And this isn't even the first time I feel like I've gotten lost in a facility that's pretty well marked. I swear I need a map tattooed on the back of my hand, or a dog trained just to get me where I need to be. I've never been anywhere like this before," he said, taking a second to glance around once more.
Then he re-focused on her. "You like art, then?" he said, gesturing to her supplies.