"Oh, bugger, that's no fun, is it?" Ron reached up to push his ginger fringe out of his eyes. "I've got to do loads of sorting down in the mailroom. You wouldn't believe all the rubbish that people send to this place. Biking magazines and all that nonsense - honestly, we're a corporation, not an athletic society." He ducked his head a little and shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the other before he slid both hands into his pockets and looked the other way. Would she get into trouble for talking to him? Would he get into trouble for talking to her? He hoped that this office wasn't as strictly thrown together as the one upstairs. He'd been discussing a lost letter with one of the employee's on the sixth floor, where they both ended up getting rushed by the employee's boss about properly getting things done. Because making sure that letters weren't getting lost in the mail wasn't proper. Right.
"If you win that cruise, it'd only be right if you brought me along with you. For being the wonderful soul that delivered the letter sending you off to begin with, obviously." Ron flashed her a playful grin, as if to indicate that he was just joking around. A cruise would be nice. Even if he did come out to America to work. But if he had to choose between a paid for vacation and sorting through the mail here in this office? Yeah, he was hopping on that boat no questions asked.