[She falls still a minute, listening intently, and a touch of flush rises under her cheeks, making her duck her head against it. She's not quiet for long, however, because after a few moments of processing that, she keeps her eyes just barely averted and offers thoughtfully.]

I'm...

[She stops. Considers.]

...I...wonder, then. If I should happen to be very forward again, by my estimation. Do you suppose you'd find it so, from your perspective?