Armin: What's going on, Ymir? Why did you call me here all of a sudden like this?
Ymir: You owe me, remember? I carried your stuff for you that time in training, when you were too tired to go on.
Ymir: Well, I’m thinking it’s about time I cashed in on that particular debt. I want you to pretend to be Krista.
Krista: I wondered what you were up to, Ymir. What’s all this about Armin pretending to be me?
Ymir: That guy asked you out, right? And he’s about your age, isn’t he?
Ymir: I don’t like it. Makes me feel uneasy. I mean, what would you do if he…well, if the worst happened?
Armin: Okay, I-I think I get what you’re asking me to do, but how could it work?
Ymir: You dress up as a woman, and then you tell that creep that you’re really a guy. He’ll run away so fast, you won’t see him for dust!
Armin: Huh? WHAT?! A-are you kidding, Ymir?
Ymir: Just try to picture it, Krista. He could pass as you, right?
Ymir: He’s got a slim build, and his face is kinda girly, too. He’d easily fool a guy like that, I’m sure.
Krista: I-I really don’t think it’s necessary, Ymir. It’s clearly making Armin uncomfortable.
Sasha: Hey, Armin. I heard the plan.
Armin: Sasha! Thank goodness you’re here! Help me out, would you? Ymir wants me to dress up as a girl!
Sasha, blushing: Yeah, I can’t believe I never noticed before. Women’s clothes would really suit you, I think.
Armin: Oh, come on! Not you, too, Sasha! …why are you looking at me like that? Help! Somebody, HEEELP!
