............ hah?

( excuse her for a moment while she looks flabbergasted. her eyes flit down to the script for a split second as if it has any way of revealing to her what she's meant to do with that, but that's a her problem for seeking wisdom in any of the writing to begin with.

like, hey first of all: what. secondly: were they even trying???? )

What a lazy script.

( but she's not about to fix it for them. she wouldn't even know where to start. she knows what to do with his face at least, and it starts with an insistent jab of her index finger against his forehead.

yes, a lecture, the primer of choice these days. )

On the other hand, you need to be getting more sleep. ( tsk, tsk. coming from a notorious workaholic, that's pretty bad. he probably knows this already, she realizes, but this will not stop her regardless. ) The rest of your complexion is going to go right out the window if you don't take better care of yourself!

( boy she sure does keep going.. )

Do you need a nap or something first?

( she'll circle back to the costuming and lack of even an adjacent experience with delivery someday, probably, )