Dora blushes, though it's more confined to her hair than her face, the locks going a distinct lavender at the roots. "Well, he's not using the loo! Just checking them! That's not like doing inventory which is what he sometimes is doing but not really doing downstairs."
She strains her head back to see up to his face and proceeds to topple backward with a clatter. A moment later she's on her feet again, declaring loudly, "I'm fine!" This is a frequent occurrence for her.