She turns slowly when he addresses her, and blinks at him for several moments, trying to parse what he's saying. Not because it's difficult to understand, but because he's saying it.

"Buh?" she says eventually, sliding the water pitcher back into the fridge. She stays put for now, standing there and sipping. "I mean I - yeah, people've told me that. You told me that, I ... I think." Didn't he? She frowns thoughtfully and waves it off, smiling sheepishly into her water. "You're pretty great. I mean. Smart." She takes a full drink of water to tide herself over the awkwardness of paying him an earnest compliment, then ends up raising her glass slightly as if in toast. "Pure dead fuckin' brilliant."