It was entirely the wrong move, and considering her temper was about to snap it didn't do much to improve things. A rather familiar glare crossed her face, and she finished wiping the majority of the pasta off of her head, handing the towel to the rather surprised girl who still wasn't sure what was going on. She was going to need to make a detour home to take a shower, and that was more than irritating. Still, being in public meant no rampaging, and she was straining to keep from reacting to her Avatar's impulses.

The fact that he seemed to be able to understand her and speak to her was rather odd, but there had to be something else going on. Was the world's dimensional stability really that bad? Or was that particular dimension bleeding through? It had a lot of unusual properties...

She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't recognize me. I typically access that dimension through projecting, in case of trouble."