She looks back at him coolly, able to hide the faintest twist of fear by now. Shelley blinks as water dampens her face further. And makes an attempt at dignity.
(No! No, y-you can't make me yours by hurting, I won't be yours-)
"And how old are you?" Ruefully she removes her glasses to attempt to dry them. She can still see him clearly.

(A soft sound. Moving hesitantly closer.)