An unexpected question...

You're turning to go, shaking your head to clear the cobwebs after the jolt, when Tara's voice pipes up over the sound of the water.
"M...mr....Sinclair...?"
"Yes, Tara."
"I'm.... I'm sorry."
You turn. "I told you, it's ok, just lock the door next time."
"No... I don't mean that." The water quiets, and you think she's pointed the nozzle at the wall now. The door cracks, and you hastily turn your back.
"Tara!"
"I'm not coming out, don't worry..." she says through the crack. "I'm...I'm sorry for...my behavior."
Your jaw drops. What? Why?
"What do you mean, Tara?" You stare at the door, despite her assurances that she wasn't coming out.
"You know what I mean... I'm...I don't know why I do that stuff..." her voice is strange. Maybe this startle had made her realize that her behavior wasn't proper?
"It's okay, Tara, I forgive you. Just...cut it out in the future, alright?" You put your hand on the door handle.
"Mr. S?"
"Yes, Tara." you sigh.
"Um... this is going to sound weird but... Was I....was I pretty?"
"Tara! What the hell...?" you turn despite yourself, to see her face peeking out. She looks sincere: and her eyes are on the floor.
"I know you saw...me...just now. All of me..." this is a new Tara, that you've never met before. "Am I...am I pretty?"
"Come on, Tara. You know that you are. You're the most confident girl Jared's ever dated."
She shakes her head. "I know how to put on an act, Mr S. Besides...if...if I'm so pretty, then why does he...why does he...." she's starting to cry, to your amazement. "Why does he fuck other girls!?"
"Oh, Tara..." you grab the towel, putting it between you and her. "Come on. Let's have a talk."