[More than one person had gotten frustrated with her and told Bailey to fuck off because of her nosiness, and those were just the polite ones. She was stubborn as a mule, and either she got her way, or she'd follow through with that ultimatum and not let Nariko so much as touch her while she got herself off and then went right to sleep. Luckily, nothing unpleasant like that was necessary, she could see the writing on the wall, or more accurately, her partner's face.]

Aww, don't be like that, it's not like I haven't seen'em before. They're cute. [She wasn't a total bitch, she'd at least try to moll Nariko over with a little playful banter on the off-chance there really was a good reason for her to keep the twins under wraps. There wouldn't have even been any hard feelings if she did punch her.

Bailey's eyes followed her hands as Nariko pulled her shirt up and off, and when she bared her bra-clad chest, she was prepared to see something odd. There was nothing there, though, no tissues sticking out of that midnight-blue bra, no new scars or her name tattooed on a tit or anything. They did look bigger, though, that observation was right, and hold on, was that-]

Oh, shit. [Her eyes went wide and her jaw fell open when Bailey finally noticed those wet spots.] You're fucking with me, right? You're- you're lactating, that can only mean one thing, babe.

[She shook her head slowly, barely believing what she was seeing. There was another reason why Bailey mostly fucked girls: there was zero chance she'd wind up pregnant, like Nariko seemed to be. Insisting on getting that shirt off had been the right idea, this really was serious, and even if Bailey had no intention of dumping her and running away on the spot, this was just serious enough that they had to have a little chat sometime really soon.]