Michael noticed right away how shy and nervous the girl seemed as she spoke and he felt bad for her. "Hello Stacy. It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you a friend of Amelia's?" He asked genuinely, suddenly feeling inappropriate standing here in someone's house with so many strangers and having his shirt off. He gave an apologetic smile as he shook out his sleeveless shirt and pulled the damp material over his head.<br/><br/>He chuckled softly and looked up at her again with those deep blue eyes, admiring the lovely young woman before him. "Sorry about that. I.. I wasn't exactly expecting to be around so many people when I came in. I was just returning some runaway groceries and the nice lady who answered the door offered to refill my water bottle and then Christina wanted to have a word but she was pulled away by business it would seem and then..." He stopped and smiled, recognizing that he was beginning to ramble a bit. Giving another quite chuckle, he smiled and finished up his thought with a simple, "... Sorry."<br/><br/>He turned to look out the window once more and gestured to the pool with his bottle of water. "That looks pretty refreshing right about now. I was just out running when I saw the escapee canned goods." He commented as he admired the pool.