[ He's never seen a person deflate like a balloon before, much less actively cared about the person doing said deflating, but Eiffel's got the face of a kicked puppy dog and Roman can watch in real-time as he stitches himself together so quickly he may as well have been told he's got to talk to the press in less than two minutes. It would be remarkable if it wasn't just sort of... sad.

Eiffel's grin is meant with Roman's face scrunched up, looking half like he's wildly unsure and half like he's dreading something. He moves to put his hands on his hips, realizes he can't with the gravity, and half-flails to steady himself again, voice surprisingly soft. ]

Yeah, uuuuuuh, sure--you, uh...

[ How do you do this? ]

Are you, like, okay about Alexa though? It's not my fucking business, but you did the like, thing that some people do. With your face.