A soft huff of air comes out of her; she smiles, but she also rolls her eyes.

Her scalp almost prickles. She's starting to think he's got a thing for her hair, and she's also starting to think she likes it.

"I figured that much out." Her hands, firm in their resolve, still don't move to touch him. One stays curved around her beer can as if glued to it. "I'm just curious as to what you got that you don't have all you need for."

It was just idle curiosity at first because he took the time to call her to ask about it. Now she wants to know because he doesn't want to answer her.

That's something she knows he should understand very well.