(bowing forward like she's in the presence of royalty, feeling the swipe narrowly miss, before righting herself with a perky little bounce of styled hair. she's lucky she's short, dodging him can be made easy.

snickering...)

And ay, what a tragedy that'd be, am I right? I can't listen to you complain all day about inconsequential things and the lack of shit to do? How will I ever survive?

(HYPOCRITE ALERT)