That was unexpected. The compliment, that is. She knew she wasn't ugly or anything but she wasn't the kind of pretty that made guys all tongue-tied and blushy. At least, not without some effort and important structural garments. She smiled at him. "Aw, thanks."

She took the cream, her hand brushing against his as she did soft. His skin was hot and she was wondering if he had a fever. "Hang on, let me..." Without waiting for permission, she lifted her hand to his cheek instead, testing his temperature.