[Yes, why hasn't she pushed him away? Or punched him? Sheena has no idea. In fact, she's just now realizing that she's still holding on to his arm gently and removes her hand as though she's touched something hot.]

It had to. I literally looked everywhere for it. Including there!

[Trying to collect her thoughts, she runs that same hand through her own hair, catching a whiff of his shampoo as she does so. Oh great, just what she needs: aromatic reminders to complicate things even more. Dropping her hand to her side, she balls it into a fist as a way to keep her calm.

Which may or may not last long--thanks to him.]

Huh? Oh, well-- Hey! How many times have I told you to stop calling me "hunny"!

[Oh, and that fist? It's pounding the floor at the moment. She doesn't want to ruin the decorations with his blood.]