"N-n-no, I..." The grey-haired young woman whirled around to cover her cheeks with her palms. "I mean..." There was sputtering as she attempted to formulate a coherent thought. "...I mean, I have grey hair and I'm young... I was always called old hag and grandma, even in elementary school. No one's ever called me..." She gulped, as if the very act of saying the word made the moon shatter and Hell spill onto the Earth. "...pretty.."

Truth be told, Christa never thought of herself in any way beyond neutral when it came to her physical form. Since becoming a senshi, her body had become much more fit and muscular. She had written it off her to father and brother as taking up an exercise routine to keep healthy, to which they never objected. Other than that, she was incredibly modest, especially for this day and age where she dressed more like a Puritan than anything else.

After a few moments of gathering herself, Christa turned back around to face Donovan, vibrant pink still fresh on her cheeks. "Ah, my apologies."


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