“Waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... you want me to what now?”
IT leaves her mouth far more skeptic-sounding than she intends - she kinda sounds like Fourier when she does that. The other lady with the impressive physique - really, she’s almost jealous at how pretty she looks - had made an innocuous request to help her out, and who was Pascal to refuse a request? But thing is, she had no idea what the heck she was even being asked - she heard something about a bench, and... pressing? But then the rest just kinda... blended together, and none of it made any sense to Pascal even after some heavy thought.
MAYBE if she asks again, she’ll get a clearer answer. Or, at least, clearer to someone that has no idea what the heck she’s talking about.
“Hmm... I dunno, shouldn’t you use an actual bench for that whole pressing thing instead? Whaddya need me for?”