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"Oh." Chloe's eyes widened as she stared at her hands, a little bit of that playful-dangerous dynamism unleashed from Rachel. About to admit that she didn't mean to imply that this had anything to do with intimacy, she decided against it. I might mean it like that later. If it was possible for someone being scared to be both funny and cute, Rachel succeeded in both areas. Chloe suppressed the laughter, but it was showing in her eyes while her girlfriend glared at her and tried to recompose herself. "I dodged a bullet there." She muttered, eyeing the man, who was doing a monologue on dogs in raincoats and wasn't even cringing at the content. Although, Rachel did raise a fair question. Her own trance had disabled her speech temporarily, and Rachel had gone to sleep. This type of act appeared to need more visual engagement; Jessica was staring at him as if he was transparent. "I'm actually glad she didn't do that to me. Or it'd be on your phone forever, I know that." She smirked. Can't get caught in this game, either. Deadly stuff. The rest of the first twenty minutes of the show was Jessica picking volunteers, asking them obscure questions, and then capturing them in her same, quiet voice that hushed the room.