I, ah … I suppose it's for the best. That you … aren't a boy, I mean." There was...

I, ah … I suppose it's for the best. That you … aren't a boy, I mean." There was another, longer awkward pause. "I … I'm glad you aren't a boy."
Despite the danger, the horror, the utterly terrible ridiculousness of the situation, Clarice felt like laughing. "Thank you," she said gravely. "I'm glad I'm not a boy, too.