Giving the young woman a lopsided grin, Jeff found himself dazzled by the moment, blinking foolishly. It was all just so... nice.
He daren't believe it, it was far too good to be true, that he was actually enjoying himself. Not fearing for his safety, that his next breath might be his last, or that his companion might turn out to be some minx who was sent on Zipporah's orders. No, for once Jeffrey was free of such doubts, and his sunny smile stretched to look somewhat goofy, almost like a cat who has just been woken from the most marvellous of naps.
It took a moment therefore, for Jeff to realise that he was following behind Dani, and he blinked, remembering himself and where he was, and rushing, perhaps with a bit more haste than was wise, after the girl.
"Oh, um, hell but you walk fast," he said, half running to catch up with her, and flashing her another smile, "slow it down girl, no one's chasing us." He did a double take, freezing in mock horror. "At least, I don't think so! I left my stolen goods back home, you didn't bring the cops with you did ya?!"
"And I'm not lazy! What ever gave you that idea!" He shook his head, his smile still refusing to grow any dimmer, "pure collywobble, isn't that something you Brits say?"