Working with her hands as she did, Brigid was a tactile person. She touched and she hugged - something that often got her into a little bit of trouble when she invaded personal space of someone who didn't want that invasion. Thankfully, Bailey didn't seem to mind the step into his space, or the hands on his arms, and she was glad for it. Tactile was one thing, but she loved the feel of his arms under her hands.

His question pulled her back from introspection into the moment and her eyebrow rose as her eyes met his. "Are ye askin me out on a date, Bailey?"