[Simon has to jog to keep up with Hershel, which is kind of embarrassing because he's nearly, like, ten years older than him. Plus, his work required him to stay athletic, so he should be faster than he is, but - hey, it's not like he remembers that. He shoves his hands in his pockets and lets his heartbeat lower back down to a normal rate, and he playfully nudges Hershel's shoulder with his own once they're walking side by side.]

Good. I mean - I feel good. I feel better. You really helped me out. I-If you hadn't have come along, I would have gone into the cafeteria myself, and then... [He hangs his head, either apologetic or guilty. He owes Hershel his life now, basically.]

But, hey, that was really smart, you know? [His eyes light up and he sways as he walks, apparently confident that Calhoun has no idea about the heist they just pulled and couldn't overhear him despite the volume of his voice.] You're really clever. I never would have thought of that.