[At his defensive glance over, Romelle colors all the way to the roots of her hair it seems. Then she huffs, giving him a good scowl just because she feels like it.]
You don't have to explain it to me, you know.
[The scientist engaged in looking over Romelle chooses this moment to ask in a perfectly casual tone:]
What is your experience with sexual devices?
[Romelle whips her head back around at near light speed, thoroughly aghast.]
H
You don't have to explain it to me, you know.
[The scientist engaged in looking over Romelle chooses this moment to ask in a perfectly casual tone:]
What is your experience with sexual devices?
[Romelle whips her head back around at near light speed, thoroughly aghast.]
WHAT?!