Jack laughed a little. "I'd been thinking car keys originally, but no use for those out here so I had to improvise."

Or he could have just not brought her the damn shell, but it seemed to make her happy. Jack closed his eyes slightly when her fingers brushed his; dammit, bad time to have those thoughts.

"Mind if I...?"

Jack wasn't sure if he was asking to come inside her hut or what but the awkward still lingered between them.

Whatever you do, O'Neill, don't kiss her. She's not interested.