[The precise words are a little too faint for her to make out, but it's obvious what he's listening to, and she reddens slightly, flinching as he hits the wall. You're not-- not what is easy enough to infer.]
Sorry...
[She stiffens, keeping an awkward distance between them, hoping her miniatures won't chime in.]
as they chart up your insides and put them on display;
Sorry...
[She stiffens, keeping an awkward distance between them, hoping her miniatures won't chime in.]