[ Yor holds out her Watch to him, her thin, dainty wrist antithetical to the force with which she threw the beach chair at him. Her expression is soft, albeit a bit concerned, as she's feeling more and more guilty about freaking out at him. Especially when he's willing to forget it in the next second and help her...
When he's done, she lifts the Watch to her eyes and silently rereads the message on its tiny screen. ]
...
[ Yor frowns. She looks back at the man, vaguely confused. ]
Um. I think there's been a mistake. You see, I'm...
[ a virgin. But, wait, don't say that to some guy you just met! ]
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When he's done, she lifts the Watch to her eyes and silently rereads the message on its tiny screen. ]
...
[ Yor frowns. She looks back at the man, vaguely confused. ]
Um. I think there's been a mistake. You see, I'm...
[ a virgin. But, wait, don't say that to some guy you just met! ]
... married?