Fred paused. Her finger was still lightly pressed into his chest. She didn't move, but her eyes did roll to the ceiling. Yes she had to think about it.
"No." A beat. "Yes. No, yes, I am. Wearing underwear." She was a little flustered. "I wear underwear when I have it. I didn't have it. So I wasn't wearing it then, but I have it now, which means I wear it now. Well, there was that one time I didn't do the laundry and the City didn't give me any. Well, it didn't take away the ones..." Her hand went flat to give his chest a slap.
"You don't need to know about my underwear. Even if I was the one who brought it up." She gave him a look and stepped away to look at something that was definitely not close by.