I'm not a princess! [ immediate, unbridled agitation flits across her face, half-turning from him as she presses the squawking chicken to her chest as if to protect it from sha-ming's burns. docile? how dare you. look how hard she had to work to get one in her arms! why, it's almost like an insult towards aerith. ]

I can see the future. It's me walking out of here because you won't admit that you love it when I hug you or hold your hand, since you're just so not docile.

[ EYE ROLL ]