Maybe it's the adrendaline still pumping in his veins, maybe it's Joe the friendly regular guy persona talking, maybe he's just being a stupid boy. Whatever it is, it slips out of his mouth before he thinks too much about it.

"How do I get you kind of unattached?"

He doesn't get another word in before the whistle cuts him off. And that he wasn't expecting. He turns and looks around, his body holding a half-tense, ready-to-go mode. A trap? No, she doesn't seem the type.