Bella was expecting to be slightly late to math class. This is not math class, but it seems like the sort of thing she ought to be later to math class in order to investigate. In she stalks, ready for something to jump out at her, wondering if she ought to pull a stake out of her bag.
"What do you know about her? I realize you haven't had tons of social contact, but..."
"Best known for inventing a moderately revolutionary computing device called a holo-pen. Very fond of her husband. She scoops him up. It's very cute, unless, for example, you are trying to impersonate him at the time and have a previously undiscovered paralyzing fear of affectionate physical contact."
"Okay, now I'm glad I didn't give in to the temptation to pat you on the head after we were done sparring."
"I'm sure my childhood was at fault somehow. The complete lack of it is the most obvious possible cause, but there are others."
"Okay. Well, if desensitization therapy is still in vogue in the thirtieth century and you feel like doing any of it while we are both still in this bar, I am in the background quietly amenable to patting you on the head."
"Man, I wish Sherlock were awake and within yelling distance of my door, but he's nocturnal and does not frequent my high school, so I cannot introduce you and see what he'd make of you."
"And if I went home with you to meet him there's always the chance that I would be unable to go home," he says. "Which is some degree of undesirable."
"You seem more relaxed about this undesirability than I imagine most people would be."
"Eh. I have a family, in a sense, but I'm not completely sure I will ever want to see any of them again. Or meet the ones I haven't."
"I have a pretty undramatic family life. I mean, except for the divorce, but I don't remember that."
"Roaming the wormhole nexus, confusing the intelligence agents sent to track my movements, trying to figure out what if anything I want to do with my life and whether or not I want it to involve any of my relatives."