He'd been sloppily folding his clothes and keeping them off of the sand, so he hadn't noticed her stripping out of her clothes. When she asked about being a scout, he looked up and the answer caught in his throat. He was lucky enough that he didn't make a croaking sound, but his jaw wasn't quite closed. He tried to form coherent words to answer her question, but it just wasn't happening.
Instead, after a moment of struggling, one side of his brain admitted defeat to the other side of his brain, and the two formulated a plan to keep him from totally blowing this whole thing right here. "Sorry, what? I got distracted by the gorgeous." Damn, that was a good plan. He'd have to give his brain some brain food as a reward.