Oh, come on. [Aubrey’s briefly distracted as she takes off her headband wholesale, because wringing that bow out is the most important thing. Still playful as ever, though:] I’m sure you’re right, but no need to rub it in.

[As she fixes that token accessory back in place, she’s about to look up with another blep—and belatedly notices.] Oh, shit, did I…? [Y’know. The lip.] Sorry about that. [although she’s kinda not lbr—]