If it had been in some other case, he would have been a little frustrated, maybe even embarrassed at his failure to figure Roxy out. He was practically the total opposite of her. He had surrounded himself with people, initially as one of the coping mechanisms for his trauma, but had grown to enjoy the attention. He was a performer and a social butterfly, and he had been certain that this made him good with people, until now. He was used to more outgoing girls flocking to him, and he rarely had problems conversing with the reserved ones too. Even the occasional one who would be repulsed by him would clearly get her message across.

However, Roxy fell into none of those categories. If not for their lives being in actual danger and the crime mystery he was keen on solving, he would have taken getting her to open up to him as somewhat of a challenge, but who knew? That might unexpectedly happen somewhere along the way without him even trying. Not every challenge had a clear-cut solution, after all, and this would probably apply to what they would have to do to gain some sort of advantage over this crime organization pursuing them.

"Something that's a real meal, but also convenient to have along the way?" He would suggest when she asked him, playfully pointing with a tongue click. "I'd say sandwiches are the way to go. Thanks hun!."