[Cheeks threatening to color, she shakes her head. This wouldn't be so unpleasant if she weren't so thoroughly soured on false information about her being used for someone else's gain. There have been too many lies in her life already, and even though it's likely of little or no consequence, being described falsely for the purposes of dating, of all things, leaves quite the awful taste in her mouth.]

It wasn't your fault.

[That she's more than capable of understanding; if he saw it, then surely he was presented with it for that reason, and thus has done no wrong. (Internally, she is just a little more irked than she already was at whomever was involved in setting this whole thing up.)]

And-- it wasn't private. It wasn't even me, not really. They just... wrote some things down that weren't true and said they were.

[Because she is definitely not twenty-one, and that much should be readily obvious. Sorry if you're into older ladies, Lee.]