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[With the way Ranma's staring at Akane, a fierce blush quickly clawing up over her entire head, it's actually probably a good thing that the cold ocean water's made her female. Between the wet, clinging material and the unexpected glimpse of underwear... Funny how that particular little thing managed to turn out to be in her favor.]
[So when Akane poses that question to her, accusatory tone or not, it's a distraction she's somewhat grateful for, for once. The embarrassment at realizing how she'd been staring... Ohhman, she would've made the old letch proud. A scary thought, indeed.]
I- I- [She has to force herself to look away with a stubborn sort of huff.] I'm- It ain't- I mean...
Look, we- [She coughs, struggling to get herself up to her feet, adjusting the hold on the picnic basket so its tucked under one arm and extending her free hand toward Akane to help her.] We better get dried up, yeah?