[ Cardinal rule of hanging out with pretty girls, even if you're unlikely to sleep with them: make the conversation about them where you can.
Old habits, et cetera.

(Besides, it not like he wants to lose memories of this, either.) ]

Eh. [ He glances down at her for a second, surprised, then puts an arm around her shoulders. ] You get torn out of one place, put in another, and it turns out the clock's ticking down 'til you're an amnesiac? Couldn't blame you if you were upset.