"You don't have to know who I am. As for where we are, I don't know that. About your clothes, shouldn't you know that better than me?
About doing something, then I am sorry, but you are not my type for me to even give you a second glance, to say nothing about wasting my energy, efforts or time on you. " Raj said straight-forwardly in a cold, chilly voice, with a 'Don't talk to me' or 'don't ask me anything' look on his grumpy face.
Making her stare at him in disbelief. Then she shouted back at him;" So, you are saying, I am not supposed to know you, when we are the only ones here. You can't tell me where I am, so I can't escape from here.
About my clothes, they were with me before I was abducted by your goons mercilessly and then fainted. About me not being your type, who do you think even cares about that. Just send me back home."
