The flush intensified, bright across her cheeks and her ears and right down the back of her neck. "I don't flock. I mean, I don't flock like most birds, yeah? Don't really date, either. I'm shite at dates. Just babble on, and make a complete idiot of myself, yeah? So it's not really a point to flock around fit blokes. Besides. Gives them the wrong idea, like I'm some kind of cheap bird who just wants to take 'em home or some shite. If they even get past the babbling." She ran down finally, mortified because yeah, she'd just been doing exactly that: babbling incessantly like a complete idiot. Embarrassed, she pushed at her fringe, shoving it back from her face and handily covering herself up at the same time as she muttered, "Bloody idiot, I am, yeah?"