Her eyes narrowed up at him as he approached and proclaimed himself, and when he wiped off on her cheek that eye narrowed even further, her gaze dropping from his face to look at his organ. Gina shifted against the cold metal wall of the van, wondering why she felt faintly disappointed; she curled her hands into fists, nails digging into her own palm, and with that little half-moon of pain from her nails came the relief she should have felt as soon as he said they weren't going to rape her.<br/><br/>Her head tilted back, dark curls pressing against the van wall as she looked up, up, up - it seemed like there shouldn't have been room for him to stand in the van, he was so tall, but he managed, not even seeming to sway with the vehicles movement. Unable to make any real reply... she let out a very quiet, disgusted snort.