You--you don't have to!

[Her voice reaches an impressive pitch, but she'll plot her revenge...later.

For now--face still pink--she narrows her eyes at him.]

Aren't you supposed to be the daring guy?

[Not that it'll necessarily stop her.]

Besides, it's a just a box. There's no way Fortune's Market would put anything dangerous in there.

[So she has no problem reaching for one of the numbers: 21.]