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"Yes, well," Nita said, laughing and still a tiny bit embarrassed. And then Maryke went for the full frontal nudity. Nita practically choked on her laugh, hurrying to regain her composure. She was still a modest girl, although she had certainly had to get over a lot of her hang-ups regarding her body. Being turned into an animal tends to do that. Even so, she just plain wasn't used to people wandering around naked-- except for Colche, but that was different.

Nita sighed softly, deliberately keeping her eyes above chest-level and on the conversation at hand. Which, of course, was about sex. Delightful. "The sex game?" she questioned, tone raising at the end of the phrase. Sex was definitely fun, or so she had learned, but.. for Nita, at least, it was hardly a game.

In some respects, Maryke was right. Nita was quiet, well-behaved, valedictorian, Honors' student, and all the rest. On the other hand, however, Nita had no particular desire to marry that whitebread nobody. Children were a possibility, and as for a career? It was because Nita had no idea what she wanted to do with her English degree that she had gone to her guidance counsellor in the first place. Nita wondered, occasionally, if the woman had been employed by Feral Labs, or if it was just a freak chance that she ended up with those brochures...

Nita was pulled from her thoughts by Maryke's explanation. Ah. That sex game, indeed.

"I see," Nita said pensively. Not judgmentally, but it did give Maryke some context. "I take it you were successful?" She raised a brow; Maryke was hardly a simple streetwalker.

"That is impressive," Nita told her honestly. One would have to have a hard head for business to keep track of all that.

Nita flinched at the woman's proximity, her bare breasts far from being on her mind; the red panda girl was simply a fan of keeping her own personal space. She narrowed her eyes momentarily as if inspecting Maryke's leer.

"No," she said simply. "You are what you are-- or were. You're hardly the only one in the world to be pre-judged for something commonly considered 'unacceptable.'" You know, like being gay. Whatever.

Nita caught the bottle clumsily, relieved that Maryke was putting her breasts away. It was much easier to talk to people when they weren't flashing you.

"Jesus, the FBI?" Nita repeated quietly. Her next statement, however, really threw her for a loop.

Her brows raised at Maryke, a tiny smile lurking at the corners of her lips. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Even if some people don't exactly approve of that either. Believe me, I know." Nita twisted off the bottle cap and took a few careful sips of water.

"Hm, yeah, confusion is pretty typical." Nita shrugged at Maryke's questioning. She spilled a little water on her hands, which still felt covered in lotion. Sticking the bottle upright in the sand, she quirked a brow back at Maryke. "Let's just say I can sympathize as well as empathize."

It briefly crossed her mind that Maryke's FBI troubles barely phased her. Ah well. Coming to terms with one's homosexual tendencies was at least much more relevant.

Nita shrugged again and held up her hands in a 'Hey, can you really blame me?' gesture. "Although," she pointed out, grinning, "You're the one who felt me up!"

She retrieved the bottle from the sand and drank. At least the clouds over the sun kept her from getting too warm. Nita snickered again, although she was listening carefully and seriously considering her words.

"Well, sometimes it just happens that way, I guess. Maybe not exactly wanting someone killed.. or at least, not having that as a feasible option. " She flashed a grin. "But attraction is weird. It rarely makes much sense." Like dating the adopted daughter of the Island's head honcho.

"Psh, red pandas are totally the best!" she quipped, eyes flashing her amusement.

Nita hummed non-commitally at the mini-rant. Not wanting a relationship because of the boss/employee dynamic made sense, but not ever loving someone? At times, Nita could be an optimist in spite of herself. "You're here now, anyway," she finally managed, flicking the bottle cap absently with one dark nail. "And she's not. So.. I guess you don't have to worry, like you said, but.. it still matters." The girl shrugged, looking past Maryke.

Nita made another of her noncommittal hums, in response to both Maryke's assuredness of getting off the Island as well as the potential death of her 'employee.' She had serious doubts regarding the likelihood of either of those scenarios coming to pass.

Her girlfriend. Was she really that transparent? "Her name is Lauren. She's very tall and thin, and pretty although she doesn't always believe me. And uh, she's turning into a mongoose." With horns. And voluntarily, or at least as voluntarily as one could do anything on the island. And she calls Moreau her father. But Maryke probably didn't need to know all of that.