Your name is Rose Lalonde and you're quite certain that your brain has died. Or would be were it not for the aforementioned brain death. And so you instead opt for staring wide eyed in what appears to be shock. Your face is also terribly red. Why you're blushing so much that even your ears are turning red.

This isn't at all helping in the not being brain dead department. So you take to commenting on this. Surely if you speak you will be able to bring yourself back. Weaving such tales of finely tuned sarcastic wit as the world could never imagine on its own.

Instead all you get out is, "Well now."

>Kanaya: Be an uncertain, nervous mess