Lexa stared blankly at the man as he babbled – well, her version of blank was more like a [i]glare[/i]. She... honestly had no idea how to react to him. Because... [i]what[/i]? She'd been asked out before, sure, but people who tried were usually less of... whatever this was. After a moment too long of staring back at him she finally opened her mouth. 

[color=crimson]"Not interested,"[/color] she said in a flat voice. [color=crimson]"You call me that one more time, you're getting thrown through that bookshelf."[/color] She nodded to the bookshelf in question behind him, stocked full of hardcover encyclopedias.