What I Mean
"Fiora asked me yesterday just what it is I love so much about you."
"What's this?"
Sharla pauses, reminiscing even though it was just a day prior - less than.
"I couldn't tell her."
"Oh? A secret? You've no obligation to tell me, then."
And Linada is being serious, of course. She's always serious; her razor-sharp long-nailed Machina wit is very, very dry.
A good enough reason to fall in love with a beautiful lady doctor, isn't it, Sharla?
But she just can't seem to articulate. She looks at Linada wistfully, and Linada, with an elegant adjustment of her goggles, understands.