"Medusa would certainly be not," Angela retorts with a strained laugh as she tries to keep her head still enough for the band to slide into place. "I'm not trying to be celibate for a whole year again. Looking like Medusa will just lessen my chances at a one night stand."

Far too much personal information for a woman to tell a man she's only met less than a week ago, but really, what is anything personal to Angela? Certainly not space or words.