Shula seemed to take a moment to collect her thoughts. The biggest question for herself was what did she want and not want to admit out loud? Staring down at her hands she contemplated her words, even as she spoke them, phrasing some instances like a question rather then a statement.<br/><br/>"You're not the most unattractive person?" She started. No. Wait. Shit. that sounded almost like an insult. She became visibly more flustered, hands clenching into a fist. This was too new for her- she was bad at this. Shula wasn't used to expressing her feelings for someone, much less positive ones.<br/><br/>"I-I'm not really sure what that was to be honest." She said, not being honest at all. She took a breath, berating herself a bit. So what if they kissed? It didn't mean she had to tun into some meek little girl all of the sudden!<br/><br/>"Did you not like it? Cause we an just pretend that never happened if it suits you." Shula turned her head, eyebrows furrowed into a mixed expression of annoyance and worry.