Sorry about the little goof in the last sentence when I first posted this... Oh, and to HM Writer, who asked how long it takes me to write these. About three minutes.
She does not do this any more. She is her own woman. She does not need a man to save her, absolutely not. And just the fact that he participating in this cockamamie (note to self: never speak to Colonel Potter again, apparently it's catching) most definitely does not make her swoon. Which would, of course, explain all the swooning.
Ok, so, she'll admit it. She's a big girl. She's a sucker for the knight on a white horse. Granted, her knight didn't drink as much as he did, nor did he swear, or scream and hit walls. But he did rescue her from idiotic, chauvinistic people who were just looking to be punched. Oh, now there was a lovely thought. Punching that chauvinistic, ridiculously patriotic, suspicious, adulterous, sex-obsessed bastard was seeming like an increasingly good idea.
Because she is her own woman. She is a big girl. And it is most definitely not true that she really, really feels like kissing him thank you very thoroughly.