She steps back the moment you finish your sentence, eyebrows shooting up. Her whole expression twists into disbelief as she points at you like you just said the dumbest thing imaginable.

"...Check my armpits? Seriously?"

She folds her arms tightly, shaking her head.

"Nope. That's some weird shit. Not doing it."

She keeps backing away, guarding herself like you're about to lunge at her with a flashlight.

"Nope. Not happening. Look at my eyes, my teeth, whatever-fine. But that? Hard pass."