What? Was Sonea actually asking him how he felt? Forrest blinked at her in confusion and even forgot about his pain and indignation. Was this a trap or nightmare? Maybe it was both. But it certainly was not 'none', because Sonea wasn't famous for her good heart.

Was he expected to answer? People answered questions, right? But what about questions from the most feared people? He didn't trust his voice to be straight. But maybe, with shock...

"No." That was all he could muster, and it concealed his fear. Good thing his voice was straight in this one-syllable answer. And good thing Sonea was just as distracted as he was, because he wanted to listen around for any signs of police sirens for his trespassing.

No one came, no one issued detentions.

He eyed her hand, and decided to deliberately ignore it. He got up by HIMSELF although it was pretty painful, and just refused to look at her. He wasn't going to give her that satisfaction. He was just going to leave--

"What? What are you talkin' about?" he snapped, glaring at her stupid grin. "I am not interested in anything. It's you." Let's get that clear, okay?