Prison. She normally might not have cared as much - not that she's remotely willing to just go along quietly, not after the shit she's seen - but just now the thought makes her bristle involuntarily.

Which is what the rest of it is too, really: a more evolved version of when she'd snapped at him before that she didn't want anyone to touch her. She's gotten over the literal aversion well enough, but thinking about a contract makes her want to punch someone every time she does.

"I just don't know him that well. I'm not like you, I don't want people around me all the time, and I don't know how I feel about you and someone I don't know deciding someone else I don't know is a good fit for something like these bullshit contracts."