[Of course, Jiro can't help the way her gaze dips momentarily, there - she's only human, c'mon - and without thinking too hard about it, she reaches out to smooth her hands over Momo's sides, over her hands where they sit on her hips...
And ends up leaning in to bury her face against Momo's stomach with an oddly resigned sounding sigh.
Like she doesn't really believe it, but she knows there's no way to really argue with that.]

I don't know; I guess I just never imagined anyone would be into me like that, you know? Even back in that other world, I was kind of a massive third wheel; a few of'em couldn't even...
You know - they weren't into it. Even though I really tried...

[They couldn't get it up. It happened, like, three times in a row. Lots of obligation fucks to keep her safe from LIEs. That kind of thing really smarts.
After a moment, though, Jiro ends up tilting her head up a bit so she can actually look at her. It's probably a little silly looking, considering she's still as close to Momo's stomach as she can be without muffling her speech.

But there's a lot of adoration in that look, too.]

... I'm way lucky if you are, Yaomomo.