Well. Okay, then. Operation: Embarrass the Teenager did not actually pan out the way he intended, and his eyebrows creep up in faint surprise at the strong reaction she has to it. Never mind that it's extremely gross to hear the one guy I'm fucking from a girl her age, which he admittedly brought on himself, but the sharpness over her tone that follows it is noteworthy.

He's met her twice.

Maybe if he knew her better, he'd push. But they don't have that relationship, they don't have that dynamic. They're strangers, and it's none of his damn business.

So, after a visibly reluctant beat, he decides the best course of action is to back off.

He nods his chin toward the coral samples they're meant to replant. Errs for gentle and diplomatic when he pitches,"How about we put our eyes back on the prize and get this thing done, huh? Easy part's up. Sooner we finish this, the sooner we can steal whatever Sam's cooking tonight." Sam Wilson, he means.