Bonnie was trying really hard not to laugh. Again. She realized what she had done had been maybe a little bit shitty, but... well! Her thought process hadn't been at its best. "I'm sorry," she said, having to stifle yet another giggle. "I didn't mean to scar you for life. Do you want me to think about, I don't know, Megan Fox getting railed by Rihanna in a strap-on or something?" And just like that, she was trying not to laugh again. She supposed this was better than being completely horrified by her current situation. At least the old creeper had left before this happen. If she'd been stuck with him she would have just had to kill him. How would she have explained that to the cops? Her cover would have been fucked.
She slowly lowered herself to the floor, which was not the easiest thing in the world considering the size of her shorts. If they were stuck in here, might as well sit down. When he started to smirk, she had to fight not to smirk back. At least the ice was successfully broken. "Twenty questions is not an option. You could cheat."