"I--I am playing it cool." Danny clears his throat, shifting his weight on his feet, but not daring to uncover his face. Glancing up for a second, he opens a gap between his fingers, peeking through, then closes them again and lowers his head back down. "Aaah, I'm going to Hell," he admits on a rackety sigh. "Say goodbye to Mindy from me. It was great meeting you."