Get used to it, Rey. If her idea is any help at all (or even if she only tries) she's going to be hearing those words a lot.

He turns bright red and jumps like she swatted him. In the time since they started talking, he's managed to ignore the state of her clothing. "R-right. I, uh--" Oh, damn it, he's a horrible person, isn't he? Imposing on a woman like that and all.

He whirls around, but before he goes... "I-I-I'm sorry."