A respectable, companionable distance. He tilts his head in her direction, smile blandly civil because- his memories of her are from a fair way's back. Seeing her when he can look her in the eye is- a little jarring. But the force of her charisma is as it was when he'd been a kid; even now there's a part of him in quiet awe.

"Well-" His shrug's noncommittal, a fluid thing shaking loose from shoulders to wrists, bobbing his line. "He probably would've caught more fish if I wasn't such a fidgety kid.

Though-" He says "The judo did save my a- skin more than once so. I'm glad he did."