[ They blink. Then blink again in quick succession like the flutter of butterfly wings trying to keep purchase against an unforgiving, adamant gale wind. Yet instead of being blown away, the teeter-totter startlement that'd flitted across their face morphs into offense. She bristles. Then she huffs as she rolls her eyes -- the brief turn of her head could be counted as a win.

Maybe this person is right (they're wrong by the way, Kendis has no time or need to collect 'lost lambs'), maybe they missed the mark. Either way, they've gotten themselves a moment of silence.

A brief one.] If you didn't want my help, you wouldn't be drinkin' my water, lamb chop. Obvi there's still some part of you that still wants to keep on singin' along [ Kendis justs out a stubborn jaw as her pointer finger jerks toward the person in front of her, waving up and down in expansive survey. The corners of her mouth pinch for a moment before she sighs. ] An' we'll have to agree to disagree on another point, 'cause it would. Matter that is.