[Action]
[EVE is about to protest again, but then she notices what he is holding. She blinks once, and then, with a robotic sigh, she takes it from him. Holding it front of her and adopting a determined expression, she attacks row after row of bubbles with her right arm, popping each and every one until the limp and deflated plastic falls from her 'hands'. She then returns to glaring at the floor, though her glare is not so intense this time.]