Once again he looked over at her, thoughtfully, before replying.
"Of course."
Out from the drawer he also pulled a sharp knife, and started cutting the apple into quarters.
A part of him wanted to ask she'd meant earlier, since she'd obviously been about to say something...and another, larger, part of him wanted to ask about the gossip he'd been hearing about her and another man she'd brought to the station.
But seeing as how the latter was certainly inappropriate, he had no choice but go with the former.
"So..." he said as he quartered his apple, cutting out bits of seeds as he went. "You were saying?"