"...hello."

What else does one say when that happens? Part of her (a part that she hadn't even really been aware of, save for a few occasions) ached to move closer, to tug his shirt over her head and get him out of his clothes, and she didn't even know what she was doing, but how could just being so close feel like that and and and --

She inched back a fraction, glancing at him questioningly before blurting out, in a hurried breath, "I have no idea what I'm doing."