[Her helmet first turns to face him, reflecting him on its shiny black surface. She then looks up at the mistletoe and her shoulders sag as she realizes where she's been standing.
She shakes a "no" and waves her hands, trying to play it off.
Of course, there are rules for how this works. It's up to him if he wishes to push the matter.]
Oh dear, not another person who wants to dissect her :P
She shakes a "no" and waves her hands, trying to play it off.
Of course, there are rules for how this works. It's up to him if he wishes to push the matter.]