[What. For... a lot of reasons.]

[Either this is a prank, some Retrospec-related BS, or the strangest way Freya's ever been hit on.]

[One of her eyebrows arches slightly, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk. She sees where this is going.] Good thing we've got a professional on the scene, yeah? Believe me, ma'am, it's contained; I'd be a damn poor firefighter if I couldn't handle myself.

[...and Freya takes a moment to remind herself she has a girlfriend now, in case it's the later situation. And to tone it down.]