With a comical "pppffffbtbtbtbt" of sputtering flour out of her mouth, Mairi blinks away the powder. "Yeah, I think so, thank you---"

She looks over at her rescuer and sees a stupidly attractive man. (Seriously. Mairi is bisexual and her idea of beauty is admittedly very broad, but this is just ridiculous.) Gobsmacked, she stops mid-sentence to just gawk at him. Her hair abruptly begins flushing with more water, sending trickles down her face that create streaks in the flour. "I uh. Just. Ice."