Two little parts inside of her died; the first casualty came from being caught, the second from the man's atrocious pronunciation. She had a plan all sketched out in her mind and, already, it was being torn to pieces. Still, Alice had faced down worse things, like vampires, deadlines and students, and so she closed her eyes briefly and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"It's pronoun- actually," she opened her eyes and hid behind a big, bright smile, "it's sort of a post-modern deconstruction of the entire maho shojo genre and it's v-very sophisticated and, and, if you tell anyone that I am renting this I will, um..."
Her mind raced for something intimidating to say. With no intimidating ideas forthcoming, her voice just trailed off into a quiet, slightly peeved sounding mumble.