Babe? Did he look like a babe? Doug took a short moment to glance, almost critically, to the ceiling, an eye squinted in question, as if he was silently inquiring the roof as to whether he looked like a girl or not. And then finally looked back to the girl in front of him. The very... pretty girl in front of him.

"Oh, I'm not panicked," he answered, attempting to be firm and decisive even though his voice wavered a bit in anxiety. "But, yeah, you know. I'm good." He tried to lean against the table and his hand slipped off a bit, making him stumble a step.