(From all that Eddie's learned growing up, adults are categorized in his mind in a matter of ways. A decently young, healthy looking woman like Tex? She neatly slots into the part of his mind that suggests some degree of safety. This is the kind of woman he'd look for in a crowd if he had ever gotten separated from his mother.

Eddie relaxes. Definitely comforted- a little surprised, but with the women he's been meeting routinely? The surprise of combative women is starting to wear off. Thankfully.)

It's okay. My mom just always told me I shouldn't wander off with random people. I'm not used to the whole um- the typing thing.