"Yeah, tell me about it," Micah agreed, pulling a face. He hadn't had it anywhere near as bad as the people he'd been trying to help, though. "I know that a lot of people ended up worse off, though. I saw a lot of broken bones...and some paralysis..." he added, frowning slightly. In the back of his head he could hear Molly's moaning and Chelsea's screams. "Some fuckin' vacation," he muttered, giving the woman a sympathetic look.
He gave her a wry grin when she said that being in her head was a scary place even for her and went on to recommend the book to him. "That's okay, I'll take your word for it. That's not really my thing," he said with a smirk.
She insisted that it was fine that he'd interrupted and he still felt a little badly, but he nodded. "Micah," he replied. "Mike. Whatever," he added, pushing a few buttons and picking up the speed on his machine. It was probably - if he'd give himself half a second to allow himself to consider the possibility - a subconscious attempt to impress her. Well shit, he might be awkward, but he wasn't fucking blind...