Danielle thought that a man of his brightness (regarding the smile he wore) wouldn't ask why she was requesting him to cook anything, but she was surprised at the sudden questions regarding her intentions. She visibly blushed with nervousness and something else she could explain at the moment. She took a deep breath and turned back to the black man.<strong>"I'm ... I'm sort of the reason why I'm here doing interviews and photoshoots on this ship. That Lieutenant, ooh,"</strong>she started, then switched to a sour face and recalled how annoying the man was.<strong>"He knows how to push my buttons. So, just now I thought I could too, but I didn't know the seriousness of his injury..."</strong>she pointed to her side, referring to the broken ribs.<strong>"I feel guilty somewhat. But earlier, before coming in here, he ... made..."</strong>she visibly blushed again and had to regain her composure by taking in more deep breaths.<strong>"He made up with me. A do-over, you could say. I ... I was just ... just so inspired by his change of character that ... well, I thought making his favorite dish, I assume comes from you, would .... cheer him up a bit. Is that too much to ask?"</strong>Danielle politely finished.