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His laughter was met with a very stern frown, but at the very least she was able to meet his eyes as she judged him for his badly timed amusement. Still, she grasped on to any idea that gave her a way out of her own insecurities, so when he told her that she had the power to paint clothing back on someone, it felt a little empowering. It was true.. sort of.

She refused to look at his chest to check if it had really worked or not.

"It doesn't help that my weapon knows full well how embarrassed I get. And she says things, at the very worst times. Things about, about, things."

She refused to elaborate. In her head, Naia was already elaborating, and her cheeks turned ruddy with embarrassment. She needed her mask back. She needed to get under its protective casing, and hide the face underneath.

She felt a weak smile tug at the corners of her lips when he started to use building metaphors. He had a one track mind - she was just glad that was the track it was on. Her hand reached out, tentatively, apologetically, for the mask.

Her fingers wrapped around the mask, but they clenched too hard at the compliment. With a calming breath, she unlatched her fingers, one by one, and pressed her lips together as she rolled her eyes. "It's not about what I look like. It's about what I feel like." She told him, setting the mask back on her face and securing it until it held fast. Her entire body relaxed in relief when the mask was returned, and she breathed out a slow, ragged sigh. Then her eyes were abl to look directly at him without embarrassment.

"She bothers me with it all the time. Ever since the first time she realized that I wasn't bold about my interactions with the opposite sex. She finds fault in my discretion, and seeks to rectify it with raunchiness." His arm, still hiding his face, would feel her hand pressed firmly on it.

"You can look, now." She informed him, amusement filtered into her voice.

"It does not take a week to get this off of your skin." She scolded him, her lips pursed tightly to keep from laughing. "Don't tease. It's not real paint. It will disappear once your shield regenerates. Stop fussing over it, you'll only make it worse." But she was a little proud that he'd finally noticed her ability to draw an - albeit crude - smiley on his chest.

"Or take a shower, and it'll come off now. Just." She put her guns up, and they disappeared into thin air. "Go on back and handle it somewhere where I can't see you. It's better for all of us."

She stayed exactly where she was, even as he casually got up to walk away.

"See you around, Clyde."

Naia began a tirade of comments concerning seeing that made Ana want to reform the guns and hold one to her head, but all it would do was make her messy and sore, so she just waited until she'd worn herself out before heading back herself.