"Thank God, or I was just going to write myself off on the spot." Although, actually, she cants her head and there's something-- not wry, not self-mocking, but on the fringes of both. "Truth be told, when you work in a diner or a tavern or wherever, you get very tired of being called beautiful. It starts to make you sound like something nice people want to use to decorate their house."

Or their bed. Or a wall, maybe, if they're a fancy noble.

Red's laugh is quiet, gentle, and she reaches over to console Adelaide with a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Barns have leverage too, but there's animals. It's terrible."