Part of her knew who it was before he said anything. It was like a bell that only he could ring was set to her insides. And at the moment the ring hurt so bad that she had to squeeze her eyes shut against it. Her fingers tightened around the edges of the dock. Splinters would be something she worried about later.
His voice, those words... How could the pain be so intense, and yet she could still feel that lick of desire? She locked that emotion down tight. It was unwanted. And she was not the sort of person to push herself on anyone else. She knew how to take a hint. Still rather than risk anything she simply remained facing forward.
"Well there's no point in beating a dead horse. And even if I was catholic, there aren't any convents around here to join. So the next best thing is crazy cat lady." She couldn't help herself, even though she fought it like crazy, she glanced back anyway. In a humorless teasing tone, "You're late."
(Ooc: :D I kinda had a feeling he'd be the one to find her. She's not so mad anymore.)