[h2]Saotome Hana[/h2]

The girl, now finally getting a chance to catch her breath--and gratefully gulping down the offered drink--shot her Servant a dirty look as she released... whatever his name was. Sure, she wasn't particularly social or outgoing but she wasn't so [i]totally[/i] blind to reality that she thought literally throwing yourself at someone was a great way to get anywhere romantically. And did she really think so little of Hana that she'd aspire to just... this? He was pretty average, really; if she wanted to try the direct route there was [i]bound[/i] to be someone better looking around... the Servant, maybe? Or maybe there was some better guy around. Or Berserker, if she didn't marry that impressive stature with a lethally workaholic attitude.

"Berserker here thought dragging me out to try and run [i]ten miles[/i] was a good warmup... I just wanted to watch cooking shows..."

Though undermining the validity of her own objection by indicating she would have done [i]nothing[/i] otherwise probably didn't help.