[She's immediately stricken with a scandalized look.]

I d-didn't mean it like that!

[Though it probably sounded that way. Whatever, she knows what she meant, she's done nothing wrong. Fukawa quails in her seat, shoulders hunching in and gaze averting to the wall.]

Well, I g-guess it is the most sensible quest right now. As if anyone would agree to p-pose nude.

[Just imagine. Actually — well, depending on who volunteered, Fukawa wouldn't be opposed to an art class? But modelling herself, definitely not. Out of the question.]

Whatever. If you w-want to — I'm not g-going anywhere. So.

[The seat's open, should she want to take it.]