Pearl's mouth opens, but only a thin, anxious wheeze leaves it -- her mind whirrs with panic at the realization she doesn't know. She doesn't know how she can prove it. There's got to be a way, but she's so frantic needy stupid, she can't think of a single thing, she doesn't know, she doesn't know.

"Please," she whimpers, helpless, fists balling up in the fabric of Garnet's shirt. "I'll do anything you want-- Garnet, please."