[ She just--sighs. Because as much as she wants more, she can't possibly argue against that. She's drunk, really drunk, and this isn't how sober Kasumi would have wanted their first... kiss, or whatever, to go. ]
You're really nice, Peter Quill. You know that?
[ She folds her arms, then, in a sort of defensive, guarded manner, like she's expecting the answer to her next question to hurt. ]
Just... Do you not-- [ like me like that? Because the kiss just now felt so right, somehow, but maybe he just did it because she asked. ] Never mind.
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You're really nice, Peter Quill. You know that?
[ She folds her arms, then, in a sort of defensive, guarded manner, like she's expecting the answer to her next question to hurt. ]
Just... Do you not-- [ like me like that? Because the kiss just now felt so right, somehow, but maybe he just did it because she asked. ] Never mind.