I don't know how you do this sort of thing for a living. [She lifts her visor to pinch the bridge of her nose, thinking.] Honey's probably got something I can throw at it. It's still slow, avoiding it hasn't been an issue so far. [If not an issue meant turning a corner and nearly having a face full of goo.]As long as I can get it to notice me.

Alright, I'm heading back out there. Wish me luck.