[Only, now she's thinking dirty things that she doesn't want to think, but she doesn't want clarification either, so she's fretting. She needs a distraction and an excuse so she softly kicks Chester, who barks.]
Oh, sorry, I need to see what my dog wants. Um, I'll talk to you later, okay?
Private.
Oh, sorry, I need to see what my dog wants. Um, I'll talk to you later, okay?