"No, you most certainly are not." she said softly, her focus on the eggs. Mary flicked her tail in thought. "Well... it was close to a year ago now." she said thoughtfully, "I had been floated down to the ER. It was, oh, maybe one in the morning when Henry arrived with a broken leg. He said he had been hit by a car and limped to the hospital. I was... still getting over some personal things, so I naturally wasn't looking for another man. I could tell straight away that he was smitten, with the way that he would watch me. Nothing rude, of course. Once he recovered he gave me his number, and things continued from there."