"It's ok," Ronnie was on his feet at once, reaching under the table and grunting slightly before he grabbed the MP3, looking it over. "Doesn't look broken or scratched or anything," he said, putting it gently to her fingers so she knew where it was and could take it easily.
"Pretty cool iPod," he grinned, not patronizing her, just anxious to make up for his stupid question earlier. "What kind of music do you like?"