[ Something that should absolutely be an exclamation of rage pushes past her lip at the sudden kiss to her nose were it not for the fact that the heat that rushes to her cheeks has a decidedly more embarrassed flavour.

All the same, the sudden kiss has her holding a hand to cover her nose and lips while the other hand finds purchase on his face in order to push it away in a fit of both embarrassment and indignation at being unable to go and retrieve her own damn hat.

Some of that may also have to do with the knowing glint in his eyes but she doesn't want to address that. It seems dangerously close to bordering on things that she is no where near prepared to discuss. Her voice comes out muffled as she glares at him. ]

I was once told that being focused and dedicated to one subject would show great results. I think your distracting efforts would be better directed towards Claude.

[ There's a beat before she realizes she's been spinning wildly off track, something that she can't even be certain is something she's doing subconsciously. Nerves bubble in her stomach again and the heat in her eyes dims somewhat. Why the nerves are there is beyond her. This is just a normal conversation about their mutual roommate that one of them is sleeping and might have feelings for if Hilda's astute observations are correct (Sylvain) while the other has no idea what to do about recent revelations (her).

It's cut and dry so long as she ignores the tight squeeze of her heart at the thought of the two men together. ]

Actually, that is something I wanted to talk to you about. Claude that is.