There's something to be said for being raised with a pathological case of pride. Mostly, right now, it's that she's doing a really good job of looking at him like something stuck to her shoe.

After all, seriously? Even to a woman who hasn't exactly been openly hit on that much, that's some pretty hackneyed flirting.

"I hope you are aware," she says, in a voice so cool it seems to suck the warmth out of the air around her, "that you speak nonsense, to my ears." What's a porn? What's a utopia? These are not words with a precedent or a translation where she's from. "But as to your question... Yes, I am new."