That much he did know -- that was why he could touch her with the holoform, but why she was so careful never to let her skin come into contact with him when they drove. But he hadn't realized it would be so instant, enough that the casual brush would frighten her so badly.

"All right," he cedes, and his plating has tucked down tight, apologetic. "I didn't realize. Nothing happened when you touched my handle the other night, or just now, so I thought it required something... more deliberate. I can get the rest of the corn bits, if you'd prefer."