[ Yeah, he's very. Very glad she didn't do either of those things. ]

My type. [ Said... with a sort of strained dubiousness, but also a slight acceptance. Because she does know his type, and it's weird as Hell, and there's nothing he can do to make her forget.............. ]

... Right. Uh-- I don't know about that, but it wasn't... bad. [ mumble ] I'd actually spoken to her once or twice before.