[The suggestion takes Caitlyn so thoroughly aback that for several seconds, all she can manage is indignant posh sputtering.
Finally, she scoffs, plumbing the depths of her increasingly strained civility to string together a coherent - albeit still very indignant - refusal.] I will do no such thing! [She tosses the paper back on the table.] I'll say I'm your... your bodyguard.
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Finally, she scoffs, plumbing the depths of her increasingly strained civility to string together a coherent - albeit still very indignant - refusal.] I will do no such thing! [She tosses the paper back on the table.] I'll say I'm your... your bodyguard.