[ And that's when all of the color drains from Miwako's face. She stares up at the robot, and whispers a little ]
No...
[ She's done this twice already; she knows how this works. The only option is to just listen to it. She's not prepared to be cruel and draw this out, as much as she doesn't want to kiss him. Stalling was okay for Estelle and Nill - they were both girls, neither of them had ever kissed girls before, and she wasn't very close with either of them; it was an experience for all of them.
But this - this is different. Unlike the girls, Sanji was in love with her once. And even if he isn't anymore - she's not sure - there's still something very, very wrong about this one. Arashi could have probably forgiven her for kissing girls on the grounds that it was hot or something, that it was new, and something he couldn't offer her because he wasn't cute with soft girly lips. Sanji was another guy, though, and if Miwako stood there sadly screaming at the bot and showing how reluctant she was, it would surely hurt his feelings. No one likes to hear that someone doesn't want to kiss them.
And she somehow manages to think about all of this in a very short moment, rapid thought process. So without very much fuss, hands shaking a little, she leans down to set the wig stand on the ground before the barrier closes in too much. Her voice is somber and hushed when she speaks. ]