He looked down at where she was holding his hand, and then back up. "Be careful around the wrist," he said absently, not wanting her to set off his webspinners. Or to feel just how prominent the bones in his wrist were, compared to her Miguel. Neither versions of himself would ever put on much weight, thanks to their slightly enhanced metabolism, but there was a vast difference between his body and what Sarah was used to.
He could only shrug at her comment about The Girl, but he smiled a little when she offered him tech to play with. "That'd be great, thank you. Can I have my hand back, please? I want to get a drink."