"Rafa can help," said Rafa, trying to help her rifle through the pockets she couldn't reach, which, considering they were already nearly pressed nose to nose, was awkward.

Definitely awkward.

His hands stopped, as a strange flutter came into his heart from being so close to the Inspector, like the kind that came from the sting of a narflebeast.

"Rafa can - he can -" he stuttered and then more words than he could usually speak came to him as he looked into her brown eyes. "I -"