Danny almost doesn't hear her, not at first, her voice so quiet, but when he does, he draws back, hesitant more because of his own confusion than anything else. "Yeah, sure," he says, "of course." He eases back, sitting up again, but for all that he's good at improvisation, it doesn't do him much good here. He's not sure what's going on for her and not sure how to ask or if it's even any of his business, but he hates just sitting there, waiting.