"Your uncle..." Zoe was starting to feel less like a stunned mullet and more like her old angry self. "Thomas isn't. My uncle, I mean. He's my uncle's best friend guy." She swallowed, thinking she should offer her hand out to help Danny out from the table. She should. But what if he flinched away from her? What if she freaked him out by trying to touch him? Best not to. Best to sit on her hands.