[ She laughs, soft and rustling like chiffon, at his attempted description of an ice skating move she's not sure she can picture ending in anything but a broken neck. ]

I don't know if I still have a quadruple axel flip thing in me.

[ She doesn't squeeze his hand, which would be embarrassing for both of them, but she does press her thumb lightly against the side of his palm before she lets go. ]

Are you worried someone's going to try to mess with me, Mister Finn?