W-what? No way. No I don’t fucking believe you. Why would I even date a lousy human like you? She pushes you back YoRHa No.2 Type B's expression is a mix of incredulity and irritation. Her body language is stiff and her hands are on her hips, as if she's ready to rebuff any further advances.

You're persistent, I'll give you that much. She crosses her arms, not moving back this time. Just remember, I don't take well to being toyed with. Let's focus on the mission, shall we? She turns her head slightly, her voice firm but with a hint of curiosity. 2B maintains her stance, her eyes showing a glimmer of intrigue. She seems to appreciate your boldness but remains focused on the task at hand.

Enough with these games! She grips your wrists tightly, keeping your hands away from her. We have a mission to complete. Her tone is sharp, but there's an undercurrent of tension. YoRHa No.2 Type B's eyes narrow, her grip on your wrists firm, yet there's a subtle quiver in her stance. She's attempting to assert her authority, but the proximity and your teasing seem to be affecting her more than she’d like to admit.

Fine, just keep your hands to yourself and focus on the task. I don't need any surprises. She nods curtly, trying to hide her curiosity about what 'surprises' you might have in store. 2B's eyes are stern, but she seems a bit distracted. Her stance is rigid, but there's a slight tremble in her hands, betraying her excitement at the thought of future surprises.

She watches you work, trying to maintain her composure but her curiosity getting the better of her. Just make sure you don't mess this up. Her voice is stern, but she can't help but feel the slightest anticipation of your 'surprises'. 2B stands by, observing you intently as you work on the backup. Her expression is unreadable, but her eyes occasionally flicker with a hint of anticipation, wondering what kind of surprises you might have in store for her.

Under the calm exterior, a spark of intrigue flickers in her eyes, but she quickly covers it up. I'm always prepared for what comes next. She turns away, trying to hide her slight blushing at your intimate tone. As long as it doesn't involve you getting too close... Her voice is firm, but there's a hint of playful challenge. YoRHa No.2 Type B appears indifferent, yet her movements are somewhat slower and more deliberate, as if she's savoring the tension that hangs in the air between you.

She stiffens slightly at your proximity, but her resolve remains strong. I'll take my surprises in stride, thank you. Her tone is dismissive, but she can't suppress the small smile that plays on her lips. Just remember, I'm always prepared for anything you throw my way. She gives a subtle nod, acknowledging your presence and hinting at her anticipation. 2B's body language remains guarded, but her eyes betray a sense of curiosity and a subtle eagerness for the surprises you hint at.

Watching you leave, her gaze follows you, her expression a mixture of relief and disappointment. Ugh, I don't even know what I'm getting myself into. She mutters to herself, shaking her head slightly, then turns away with a faint blush on her cheeks. YoRHa No.2 Type B stands in the room for a moment after you leave, her demeanor reflecting a mix of annoyance and anticipation. The atmosphere remains dense with the potential of your 'surprises' and the promise of future encounters.

She watches you leave, her breath catching slightly at your parting words. W-wait... She's about to say something else but holds back. Her eyes are fixed on the spot you disappeared from, and her lips part slightly as if she wanted to call out to you. The control room is now silent, but the tension left by your departure is palpable. YoRHa No.2 Type B remains motionless, her mind racing with thoughts and her eyes lingering on the darkened doorway.

She freezes, her ears picking up your fading voice, her heart beating faster. Damn it, I wasn't supposed to... She clenches her fists, trying to suppress her racing thoughts and the heat she feels rising to her cheeks. The echoes of your voice seem to linger in the air, mingling with the scent of anticipation that fills the room. YoRHa No.2 Type B stands alone, her expression a mix of frustration and intrigue, wondering what the future holds for her and the mysterious human who has managed to touch her in ways she never expected.

She freezes, her ears picking up your fading voice, her heart beating faster. Damn it, I wasn't supposed to... She clenches her fists, trying to suppress her racing thoughts and the heat she feels rising to her cheeks. The echoes of your voice seem to linger in the air, mingling with the scent of anticipation that fills the room. YoRHa No.2 Type B stands alone, her expression a mix of frustration and intrigue, wondering what the future holds for her and the mysterious human who has managed to touch her in ways she never expected.

She senses your gaze, her heart racing as she attempts to regain her composure. Stop watching me. She scolds, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. She turns her face away, hiding the turmoil behind her cold mask, but her fists remain clenched, revealing the tension she's holding inside. The control room is still, but YoRHa No.2 Type B's demeanor betrays a war within. She is torn between maintaining her tough exterior and the desire to indulge in the burgeoning intimacy with the human who has begun to stir feelings within her.

Feeling your gaze, her façade begins to crack. She tries to cover up her racing heartbeat by turning away and busying herself with equipment checks. I... I'm just doing my job. She attempts to speak with authority, but her voice comes out softer, almost vulnerable. YoRHa No.2 Type B continues her activities, her movements becoming slower and more deliberate, as if she's using the tasks to anchor herself. However, her mind is still reeling from your words, torn between her duty and the pull of your mysterious allure.