No! Something is wrong with her!

MJ shook off the men with a loud: "no!"
Eyes turned towards her and the men seemed to slink back into the crowd. Where has those thoughts come from? What the hell was wrong with her? Was she really that horny?

The men left her alone and she hurried off when the train arrived at her stop. Coffee. That'll help. Nice, hot, creamy coffee... She bit her lip, thinking of another— no! She slammed her eyes shut as she kept walking. That was stupid, though, as she walked straight into someone.

(I'm not sure where to take this route; I've hit a narrative brick wall. Suggestions are welcome!)