[ Grell can't help it; her gaze flicker over his body, before darting away. Surely flushed, she swallows as she sets down her set, to go about unbuttoning her shirt. ]
No, I'm not. I can assure you of that much.
[ Following suit in removing her shirt, she is quick to grab the towel and dry herself, so he will have the chance to use it.
It isn't that she's afraid that he'll look, it's that he might find her distasteful, perhaps. After all, her body is much smaller than his, and seemingly thin, in comparison. Not the woman she was meant to be, but not a decent man, either.
Surprisingly, though, her body does have a fair amount of muscle definition. She wouldn't have said so, but she's been trained in technical combat since she was young. Pathetically, she can't seem to apply it to real life without panicking, is all. ]
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No, I'm not. I can assure you of that much.
[ Following suit in removing her shirt, she is quick to grab the towel and dry herself, so he will have the chance to use it.
It isn't that she's afraid that he'll look, it's that he might find her distasteful, perhaps. After all, her body is much smaller than his, and seemingly thin, in comparison. Not the woman she was meant to be, but not a decent man, either.
Surprisingly, though, her body does have a fair amount of muscle definition. She wouldn't have said so, but she's been trained in technical combat since she was young. Pathetically, she can't seem to apply it to real life without panicking, is all. ]