[b]White, 3V![/b]

If you watch closely, you can detect the moment Euna's heart turns inside out. Cringe. A terrible word, but it's what she's got. Oh fuck her to fucking fuck, how insensitive can one person be? Fuck! 

She's got no manual for this, no training. Which is a shame because if she did she wouldn't fuck things up so hard all the fucking time. She watches 3V pitch the idea of a full-spectrum date to November (White), and take the time to talk up one of the non-present Colors. There, in every conceivable facet, is a better put together girl than she. It's no wonder only one of them used to be a cop. 

She sweeps both hands through her hair a full three times before she can finally force her lips open enough to regain the power of speech. 

"I... sorry. You up and told me how 'bespoke' you were and I didn't stop to think about what that'd mean until I! I upset you. I can tell. I'm very good at knowing when I've upset someone. Years of practice. But for the record I would love to meet Pink. Ideally I would like to meet each of your Colors. Slowly. I think I... no, I [i]know[/i] I've changed my mind about training you. About [i]how[/i] to train you, I mean. If you... still, you know, want it. Hey, do you think I could--"

Now she's literally kicking herself. The shock bleeds into anger and then into disappointment at comical speeds. All of it's directed at herself, no need to worry. She's just realized that her faux pas cost her the chance to ask a stupid question. And if you can put that much together you can probably figure out what that question is, actually. Like, she's left you clues, it's not exactly hardcore detective shit. But she can't say it. 

She can't say it because it's rude and boorish, not to mention insensitive. And you very definitely only get away with [i]one[/i] of those in an evening. 

"...Ask you something?" she finishes with a lame ass grimace, "I mean, I, when it comes to cybernetics I feel like I'm pretty well. Well, I mean, not like an [i]expert[/i] or anything, but I'm pretty well informed. And I didn't even know someone like you existed. At all. So I was just, and it's completely cool to just tell me to shut up, I get it! But are you, like, alone? I mean, um. Whoever, um. Made you. Did it stop there? Or are there others and I'm just super fucking blind?"

Disappointment flickers in her eyes. That was [i]not[/i] the question in her heart. But it's about as much as she's got space left to ask.