"You freaked out Sawyer and didn't get it on tape? That's a pity." She sighs and shifts slightly to perch on the seat of her chair, to stretch better, obviously.
"So I only have one more question, and you should be honest with me here, Tim. I don't know if I can take it if you're not." She looks down, studies her hands, and then gives him the full-force pitiful Ace stare.
"Do you want me to show you how tampons work, or have you already sorted that out?" And she bolts, laughing, racing for the back door.