Oh. Yeah. H-ha. [She mumbles nervously, hugging herself and trying to ignore the new muscle and fat distribution. Her bra is... digging uncomfortably into her ribs while flapping around uselessly a few inches higher, but Pearle is too bashful to take her shirt off, even like this.

Her eyebrows shoot up when Leo- well, when Leo starts to sing. A second later, she gives another weak giggle.] You don't think it's creepy? I m-mean, you don't look creepy or anything, just it's... n-not normal. Really not normal. 'Cause generally I'm used to things being... l-less than n-normal...