She released him quickly and stepped back, her face turning a furious shade of crimson. "I-I'm sorry! I got too excited!" she blurted out.
"Y-yeah..." Frost rubbed the back of his neck, unsure what to say. When her eyes darted towards him, he hurriedly added, "I'm not complaining! That was... nice."
It turned out that was the wrong thing to say, because she only grew redder. Covering the lower half of her face with one hand, Yasmine turned towards the workbench and began rearranging things that didn't need rearranging.
She moved a tool, straightened a scrap of paper, then picked up her goggles, only to stare at them as though she had forgotten what they were for. Frost watched awkwardly, feeling the heat creep into his own face.
He wanted to say something to ease her embarrassment, but honestly, he wasn't doing much better himself.
"Was it... really nice?" she asked after a moment, glancing at him over her shoulder.
