[ lumine's currently rummaging through their dressers for a change of clothes, her back towards the door, when ajax finally shows up. she's also dragged the laundry basket into the room, their pile of clothes, bedsheets and covers tossed into it. still, even when she hears the door open, ajax's voice floating into the room, she doesn't turn around. ]

No, it didn't.

[ a moment later, she's pulling on a summer dress over her head, whipping out the towel from underneath once she's smoothed the fabric down. ]

And it's not my fault you say it in a way that can be misconstrued. [ not that she doesn't get what he's trying to say. her point still stands. ] Anyone could mistake it for something else.