"Oh, aye, aye," Jamie replies - perhaps a little too quickly. "It was only a wee problem with the cooker."

Or, more accurately, him not paying attention while he was cooking. Serves him right, really, but the lassie doesn't really need to know that. He doesn't recall seeing her here before, and she'll already have enough to try and sort through as it is.

"I thought I might, er, leave the pot outside for a bit. Get rid of the scorched smell." His eyes dart over to where she's placed her hands, and he blinks a little as he catches sight of the braid. Something about that seems...somewhat familiar. Whatever it is, though, it's not coming to him, and he re-focuses, giving her a questioning look instead.

"Ah...is everything all right with ye, lass?"