"--more public --" Already, she was shaking her head at that. Jo might have been right. Maybe being armed would have made her more confident. It couldn't have made her less.
She was passing glad that he hadn't suggested walking her home. Ah, this wasn't how she'd imagined the night to go. How many times had she rehearsed what she was going to say? Cool and confident and careful in Ted's guest bathroom mirror.
"You must think I'm mad," she said, regret buried under the words that came out too urgent for levity. This must be the building. Beauty still found it odd that people would choose to group themselves in massive buildings to live. She'd always ever lived in houses.