"This super strong girl wants to fuck the naughty spying guy."
Karma was definitively not on his side. First he didn't realized that regardless of her arousal level, the second part of the sentence literally said, that she wants to fuck him. Second, due to his previous usage of the mobile phone, auto-completion could only suggest one word after "super" and this was "strong"... Maybe he shouldn't have searched so much for "super strong" in past.
Jason slowly shifted his view from the phone to Amanda. She had not changed much visually. She still stood there confidently, arms on her hips, feet shoulder wide apart. Maybe she look a bit more relaxed. Eying her the first time this near, Jason realized how sexy she looked. Not a single ounce of fat where it didn't belong. Long legs stacked with powerful feminine muscle, slender waist, a deep carved six-pack, high standing firm breasts. "Wait, where they always standing so high? They almost look like defeating gravity itself" he noticed. Pushing the thought away he moved on to her big round shoulders and strong biceps. Overall, this girl looked like on the top edge of fitness level. He continued to move his view upwards. She was definitively bigger than him, maybe half a foot. He gulped once more. Her thick hair was still tied up to a high pony tail. Finally, their eyes met. He was almost hypnotized by the steady gaze of Amanda's deep ocean blue eyes. "Maybe, nothing had changed" he thought but he would be taught better soon.
Amanda tantalizingly smiled. Slowly, she lifted her right hand, extended her index finger and pressed it against the glass wall. Jason flinched as the glass wall shattered, creating a twisting crack diagonally from the top left to the floor. He heard a loud clang as more and more cracks formed in the wall. The whole wall looked like a massive spiderweb. And then the whole wall collapsed and shattered into a million pieces of glass. Jason bend down and tried to cover his eyes and head. Was she so strong, that she could destroy the half inch thick wall with just a small push of her index finger?
Amanda lifted one foot and continued to approach Jason. She completely ignored the razor sharp glass fragments on the floor as she walked on the remains of the wall. Jason heard the glass shatter from Amanda steps. But it didn't seem to bother her at all.
Jason tried quickly to figure out his options. The five "F's" of trauma came to his mind: (wait five?)
Fight -> He could try to generate another sentence and prevail
Flight -> Run as fast as he could
Freeze -> Do nothing and face his fate
Fawn -> Try to talk to her first, maybe tell her the truth about this reality (would she believe him?)
Fuck -> screw it, she is sexy as hell and she wants him.