Brock smiles a little broader when she touches his arm, and he turns a little to gently place his hand at the small of her back, steering her back toward the door he was trying to open before he... well, before he threw scissors at her. Embarrassingly.

"I think you're my kind of company, too," he says, grinning, then jerks his head toward the door. "You been in any of the labs yet? They're all puzzles."