"I'll be back to scan that in a minute!" He promised, fleeing for a moment to the relative safety of the coffee machine. He was now firmly convinced he wasn't telling Amy any of this, as she'd never let him hear the end of it.
Gunfire, he could deal with, no problem. Coded transmissions? Easy as pie. Talking to girls? ...well apparently one can't be good at everything. He doodled a little heart into the foam with syrup without really thinking about it, and carried the cup and saucer back over to the counter. "Sorry about that." He said, setting the cup down and reaching for her credit card.