Sara Jane leans forward, having obviously seen the blush. The Balladeer's raising an eyebrow as well, glancing between the two of them. He has a vague feeling that he's watching Greta get thrown under the bus. At the very least, the lady assassin does seem utterly distracted. "Was he cute? I bet he was cute."
"Sara, I don't think - "
She flaps a hand at the Balladeer's attempt at interference. "You hush. This is between us women."
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Sara Jane leans forward, having obviously seen the blush. The Balladeer's raising an eyebrow as well, glancing between the two of them. He has a vague feeling that he's watching Greta get thrown under the bus. At the very least, the lady assassin does seem utterly distracted. "Was he cute? I bet he was cute."
"Sara, I don't think - "
She flaps a hand at the Balladeer's attempt at interference. "You hush. This is between us women."