Watching him pick up her things, Kami felt her interest rise and she accepted her purse with a smile. "Such a gentleman," she murmured, taking the chance to lower her lashes slightly and cast a coy glance up at him. He seemed more than a little receptive and the accent was to die for. Even if there wasn't a hint of don't I know you, she knew she would have given him a second glance. He was just that kind of tall, dark, and handsome she had trouble resisting.
Which could be an incredible problem sometimes.
Brushing off any concerns, Kami allowed herself to react to his direct and indirect question with another mischievous smile. "Me?" she asked, touching one hand to her chest lightly, briefly, in the universal motion used to direct a man's gaze to cleavage. "You're not worried about my safety, are you, officer?" Unable to maintain the pose, though, she giggled and shook her head. Then she indicated the bag on his shoulder with a wave of the previously more-intimate hand. "I was actually heading for the gym," she admitted. "This place is giving me the energy jitters."
As if to prove her point, she bounced momentarily up onto the balls of her feet and dropped down again with a sigh and a sheepish grin. "Here it is, nearly midnight, and I've got so much energy to burn off that it might get me in trouble. I figured the gym was safest. Maybe." She cast another quick once-over at him, eyes twinkling.
Her explanation might not have answered his unspoken question clearly but it did not exactly drop a boulder in the path for someone clever enough to take the way around.