Every thought in her head comes to a screeching halt. sex... Life...?????? of any possibility he might say, that was not one she was accounting for.

"I.. I am ..I am sorry but what does your connection to the finality have to do with your .... that."

She stutters through the sentence and speaks in an almost puritan manner clearly having been utterly blindsided she drops the gun back into it's resting space in her jacket as her wings curl in to obscure the lower half of her face.