"Well, your clothes matter too, but..." She sighs, letting her sentence trail off, as she really wasn't sure how to finish it anyway. Averting her thoughts to the current situation, LB moves her hands from her face to give a faint wave.

"Ah, good luck getting that off." She smiles weakly. "I - I always had trouble getting it off my skin, when I was younger, but - maybe you'll have better luck."