Noble clocked Clem's blush, didn't reflect on it, and glanced down at the pamphlet. He read the title Feminine Pleasures, and his brow furrowed. He looked back up at Clementine. "Shite, Clem," Noble said, sounding more disgruntled than scolding — the scolding, he thought, was best left to Ford who would have had a heart attack about this.

He scanned the pamphlet briefly. Clitoris, vulva, nipples — his flush mirrored Clementine's. "How'd you get this?" he blurted.