Her head turns, very slowly and very cautiously, her eyes focused on the floor until her gaze reaches his feet. And then they slowly travel up his body, studiously refusing to look at anything else. Fully clothed. Well, that's a good sign. "Is that... allowed here?" And now the quiet tremor in her voice is more than just a longing to go home, it's real fear. She hadn't really considered it before, but if the goal of this place, wherever they are, is to have sex, then maybe they don't actually care if a person consents or not.

Oh, God, she's going to vomit.