[He leans back, hoping to obscure her from view just a little further. Even if not for the layers of fabric separating them, he's still several inches away from actually touching her. He's still not certain if or when she'll burst into flames for simply making contact with him.]

You're going to need to be clearer than that, Anna. I don't understand your history. [And then, maybe a touch softer, or maybe it's the fabric muffling his voice.] Besides, whoever it is would have to go through me.