Biting his lips for a moment, Rory tried to keep chuckles out of his voice. "I'm sure you look like a lovely casaba, Laine." His tone was pure innocence, but he knew she'd see right through it.

"As for me ..." He considered her question. He wasn't sure he could describe how he felt in thirty words or less. "I'm fine. Still riding an adrenalin buzz." Or some kind of buzz. "Strange to think that the crowds get larger from here on in."