"Maybe he'll egoistically cross us off as 'lesbians' and figure that's why we were not... affected." She smiled a bit guiltily, but looked right into Reon's eyes. Aimee's fingers caressing on Reon's side, and kissing on Reon's lips she held close, staying still. Enjoying that shared moment together. "Right now, I only care about how long I can stay with you."<br/><br/>As if to answer her words, there was a burst of giggling as by the sounds of it, three or four women walked in, chattering. "...last year, and that dress? Sooo out of style. So I told her, you really should not try to pull that off, but she told me to go f myself in the a if I don't like it. Seriously, who tries to cuss with letters? I told her I'll finger her ass if she tries to do that sissy talk to me again." There was a burst of laughter, but from the sounds of it, the group of girls were paused at the sinks, washing hands or such, not entering stalls. Soon enough, they got out to leave too.