Reid glanced at her, his brow knitting in concern, and he picked up a rag he had set aside, wiping the grease from his hands. "Are you okay, Molly? Y-you seem preoccupied."

Molly didn't usually hesitate so much when she talked to him, and her body language had changed drastically since he had gotten there. He had no idea what had precipitated the change, and not even the kiss could distract him (although it was very close to it). He stood up, laying the rag on the machine. "If you want to take a break, sure."