"Oh, that's right," she said, wincing as she turned, the flowers settling with a wave of her hand. "I can imagine the thought of anything raw brings back nightmares."
Walking up to him, she slipped her arms around his waist, her nervous energy finally getting the best of her. She couldn't walk in circles with him there and he was bound to notice if she didn't calm down soon. Tilting her head back, she sighed. "And movies. Indiana Jones- Hey! That's that guy. Who looks like Han Solo."