[If it bothers her, she doesn't seem to show it. She does look a bit flustered though, wondering how she'll explain if someone asks how it got there. Not to mention the literal blood on her hands as well.

Her thoughts drift as she considers his words.]

Dancing... kissing, and... [hic!]

[Under her breath, she groans. She's starting to get a little irritated at being interrupted. She sucks in a breath, quietly holding it; and meanwhile her hands are balled into fists. Determined as ever.

...She can't stop thinking about it. She wonders if this is how Jude felt, when she kissed him (similarly without knowing why).

What is an actual kiss supposed to feel like?]

I guess that has to be it. [She breathes out, the hiccups subsiding for a time as she remembers that she has more important things to ponder. Not that it really helps.] One of them got me too when I had to fight off two of them, but I didn't think much of it.

[She doesn't sound entirely convinced, but it's a good theory. Idly, her hands ease and she rubs at the spot on her shoulder where it happened.

......hic.]