[ One Mississippi. She's tense, and he can feel it. It's almost like kissing a warm statue.
Two Mississippi. No, it's more like a realistic doll, which works as a better analogy with her beauty in mind.
Three Miss-- Okay, he can't do this anymore. Once again his mind drifts to what-ifs and he pulls away, even though it's apparent she won't let him go far.
The robot, satisfied with their little show, spouts off something about their compatibility rating and then zooms off, leaving them alone in their... whatever this was, now. ]
[ Silently, he slips an arm around her shoulder and just stands there, chin up and breathing calm. ] I really hate this place sometimes.