"That was a joke?" Puck looked over at her, slightly puzzled. First class? When did an airplane come into their not-conversation? He felt like he had just missed something terribly important. Looking confused, he stared at Callie for a brief moment before bowing his head down again to examine the bag of pretzels. Funnily enough, Puck didn't really have the stomach for them. He had just wanted to find something to do with his hands. Something that didn't involve wrongly groping his possible daughter....or the nurse he had been eying in the hall. Damn, he didn't care what anyone said - nurses were hot.
"Yeah, it's lookin' that way," Puck confirmed uncomfortably, "I guess there are a lotta parents who can't keep track of who they slept with." Puck leaned back in his chair slightly, looking ahead to the door that he knew that the doctor would exit out of when he was ready to talk to them. "Or maybe they're just back there smoking a lot of pot and making fun of our DNA samples 'cause they look a lot like monkeys. Who knows."