"I'm going to pretend that it's because of my sparkling personality and not just because of the fast food I came bearing." He munches a few more fries, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Then he sobered, and looked at her, expression concerned. "That can wait. I'm more concerned right now about your emotional status. Undercover work is never easy. You take on personas and do things that you'd never do otherwise. You're very good at this, Bobbi," a softness to his voice at her name, "but that doesn't mean it doesn't effect you."
"Say you're at 100% in a few weeks." His head tilts thoughtfully at her. "Would you want to be put in another situation like this again?"