[ Setsuna was already turning, even before the frazzled squeak. He just couldn't avoid looking her in the eye when she was challenging him in her headstrong but still loving way. She said he was hiding. Well, he'd been doing that for a long time now. For a while, he'd thought that he might've actually gotten good at it. His words to her that last time they spoke had seemed to strike a nerve. But now he knew all his pathetic ruse had done was strengthen Sara's resolve. He should've guessed something like that would happen. People would never have suspected him of being the older one with the way she could so casually boss him around. And with all that had happened between them in the last month or so, Sara had become increasingly resistant to people telling her what to do.

But beyond his edginess around her, the warning reminded him of something he hadn't really been thinking about since he decided to try this crap. In the Drift, everything was revealed. How was he supposed to control the thoughts, the desires that haunted him every time he heard her name?

Truthfully, Sara's flailing was a welcome distraction from that train of thought, even if it happened just as he was turning back to her. After that... well, Sara wasn't the only one blushing. He almost missed when her questioning turned back to him. ]

"W-What?," his voice stuttered out, as he tried to remember what he was doing. "No, I'm not. I'm talking about the questions. We're allowed to make up our own, right? I dunno 'bout you, but I want to actually pilot one of those badasses. Anyway, don't you find it kinda creepy talking about personal shit while some psychoanalyst is watching?"