“Nervous habits? Really?” She looks away and rubs the back of her neck. She finally looks at her nails before picking at them, finding a rough edge on one. “Why ever would you want to know about such a thing? Is this really necessary?”

(She has a tendency to deflect or ramble when nervous.)

“Nervous habits… I pace. A lot…” He shrugs his shoulders, hands raised slightly. “Or I have a habit of growing silent when nervous. To think a time when I actually have nothing to say!” He gives a warm laugh. “I am sure some people actually enjoy making me nervous in hopes I will shut my mouth for once.”