Pearl can tell she's being spoken to, but her mind's whirred to a halt around the time Garnet's fingers hooked beneath the hem of her shirt. And now she's just standing there in her sports bra like it's a total non-event, and in the grand scale of all that's happened tonight it certainly is a none-event, but Pearl's never been in the physical vicinity of so much bare skin before, and she can see a faint smear of blood at her collarbone that she missed, and her stomach dips dangerously low with something like hunger but not just quite.

"Uh," Pearl responds, eloquently. She catches herself a good three seconds too late, sharpling angling her head towards the floor. "O-of course."