Dinah turned red underneath her mask, and she found herself fiddling with the vambraces on her gloves. "Sort of? I mean. It felt stupid, not to give them to him, when he'd already seen me pose like that in front of a couple dozen people. At the time it didn't seem like a big deal." She let out a breath. "But yeah. I worry about him pushing the wrong button or attaching the wrong file and ... I mean, they're gorgeous pictures," she interrupted herself. "And they're not obscene. But they're not art. They're Victoria's Secret type ... demi-porn. But that's not who I am, you know? And explaining why to anyone else-- I'm not sure they'd get it. Kyle gets it, he just thinks they're pretty." Or hot. Same thing. "I try not to think about it."

She was quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry you guys had a fight about that. But I get it."