She gave him a look, one that said 'Don't be ridiculous, that's not what I meant and you know it.' This look quickly changed to a look of 'Wait--but you're not actually being--' and then, swiftly after, a shocked 'No. You're sort of being serious.' Then all of that was washed away by a fierce look of determination. She was definitely going to pull this guy out of his work-obsessed world. Even if he did end up turning a knife on her.
"You know," she said thoughtfully at last, using a french fry as a tool of gesticulation by pointing it at him before biting off the end, "I think that we're going to be very good friends, Alex. You and I." Another gesture, this time moving the half-eaten fry from herself to him. Then the rest of the fry slipped into her mouth. "You'll keep me focused and centered, and I will do my best to outfit you in some awesome shoes and maybe get you shitfaced once in a while."