[Thing is, (Aubrey’s realizing, as Armin stalls and sputters,) she could’ve said “no way” or “not interested” or literally anything except “in front of our love interest?”.

[These are also things Armin could be saying.]

Look, [she says, no sooner has Armin finished; back to being flat,] this world’s grilled me and Eren before. And not playing along isn’t an option, so—

Try to ask me something else, and if that doesn’t work, then. [Quick glance to Eren. Aubrey can’t quite read his expression, maybe it’s the angle or that he’s asleep, but. Well, he knows what this place can be like. A quick thought his way—Sorry—but it’s better than tempting another barrage, right…?]

[Back to Armin. Small shrug. Finishing the sentence:] Fuck it.