[ He looks up from his gajillionth time checking his phone at the familiar sound of cursing -- because, man, does she swear a lot -- and he has to suppress a grin at her surprised. ]

Um, yeah? [ And now he's wearing a look that says, "For real, kid?" ] You know any other smokin' hot dudes with blasters and red leather jackets? 'Cause you seriously need to tell me about them. Can't have any competition.