[ She leans in slightly when Hilda trails off, as if to hear better. ] Hm...?

[ Processing. Just give her a moment.

Drapes. Curtains. Hold on.

Oh.

And upon the realization, she gives a start and a short gasp, eyes going round. ]

Oh! No! Sorry, that's not--

[ That never crossed her mind. Shit. Here is a cute girl offering to dance with her and Ciri's just offending her left and right, probably. This is too many things happening all at once. And she already finished her drink.

Ciri shakes her red face, scrambling to backpedal. ]

I only meant-- My friend Julie has pink hair with magic. She used to dye it, but now--

Actually. Never mind.

Forget I asked.

[ Can Hilda practically see the steam pouring out of her ears with how her brain is overheating like an old laptop with a bad fan? ]