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She smiled at the knowledge that there were others. More than a small amount by the way he spoke confidently. She prayed that they were all friendly or at least fairly nice and wouldn't cause conflict. "How many men?" she asked in a more hesitant tone, peering up at him through her eyelashes. She wouldn't lie and pretend to be a prude, yet she also hoped it didn't seem too forward to inquire about the ratio of opposite sex to her own. At least she would know the amount of competition she had in getting herself a man then. "And how many women?" she added hoping to appear less thirsty than she'd sounded.