[Maybe not as... obvious to PM. She looks embarrassed at WV's statement. She chased him around while wearing Bec's head.]
[It doesn't last long, though, because soon she's setting herself into a rather serious look, standing up and placing her paws on the table. Any dramatic effect is immediately lost in light of her nightgown and the plate of bacon.]
I am fine. The ring ensures that I wouldn't be killed by-
[Beheading, impaling, stabbing. She squeezes her eyes shut, choking back the words and images through sheer willpower.]
It's alright if you don't approve. But you can't stop me.