Danny drops his gaze from hers, hanging for a moment before reverting to the safety of the vending machine. He counts his change out loud, losing his place a couple of times, mind foggy, until he eventually shoves in enough coins to get out a packet of sour Skittles. He can't stretch to a snack for himself but it doesn't really matter. He'd only headed to the machine in the first place to have a reason to stick around in the lounge.

"I'm sorry," he offers, holding out the packet to Mindy, taking the route to the couch that forces him to squeeze past her with next to no personal space.