Your—[no, she's not getting into what Hiling means by "boyfriends". She'll just let that one be.]
Y-Yes; I'm sure they would.
[her face goes a bit pink as her mind travels back to the previous day, when a certain Commissar had certainly seemed to be having a good time (even if, as she can't help but think with another brief glance at those bandages, her chest is far from as petite and perky as Hiling's). Aughhhhh Felicia what did you do yesterday.]