The weirdest part about all of this is that - well, he missed her.

This isn't some lovesick teenage thing. He is genuinely and truly curious about her, and his instincts say move forward, and hell, he has to trust those. There's nothing else he can trust. But even a brief acquaintance has emblazoned her on his mind, like a shooting star leaving a streak across the sky.

- Stupid poetic imagery. Okay, maybe there's a little lovesick teenager in there after all. She is stunning, as well as obviously brilliant, and alien, and fascinating.

So he actually forgets what he's going to say, briefly, when she looks at him. That's embarrassing.

"How's it going?" He leaves 'it' ambiguous; the adjustment, the tracking, either one.