"Thanks." And she hears herself smiling when she says it.

The compliments, the little endearments -- they don't make her nervous, even though she vaguely thinks they should. The offer of a job does, but she realizes (to some surprise) that what she's nervous about is screwing it up. Not ... him wanting something from her, something beyond what he's saying.

"So, um. Talk to you soon, I guess?"