[a blush creeps up her neck all the way to the tips of her now-twitching ears at mention of five minutes with a boy. she clears her throat, trying to get over it in a hurry (narrator: she does not).]

Right. Yes. It's--it's ridiculous, honestly. And ominous? Imagine, someone wrong in the head getting an infatuation...! That's bound to happen, isn't it? [her shoulders draw up as she creeps herself out.] Egh. It's happened, hasn't it. Gods.