Don't mind the sudden clatter of ceramic against benchtop. She's just... gonna clear her throat awkwardly and turn back to the kettle.
"Ah, thanks, Clint."

She chanced a peek over one shoulder. He looked a bit distracted. Filling the kettle with water, she set it to boil.

"You sure? It's a nice shirt." She hasn't noticed how one button's come undone giving him a lovely peek at deep green lace that could very well belong to a bra.