[He gives her a dubious look when she starts pawing at him like he's an ill child, giving her a wary look before reaching out to gently take her hand off his face before this gets weird (no, it's already weird).]

Okay, so one, since when is it 'Vasquez' like we barely know each other? And two, it's indoors? People don't wear hats indoors?

[Besides, it hadn't been too sunny, so he'd left his flat cap in a drawer. Maybe. He can't actually remember the last time he'd seen it, but something in him tells him that he owns it.]

What do you want to eat? And stop touching me like you think I'm contagious, I'm fine, Claire.