Moana bit her lip, trying very hard not to laugh. She didn't think he needed another blow to his pride after dropping the dressing in the first place. "Very well, actually. I'm good at what I do."
And then, since it really was her fault, she took the towel from him and started helping him wipe his shirt off. "You should go change, and put some cornstarch or dish detergent on this before it sets." Oil-based liquids were a real bitch to get out, if you weren't quick about it. Moana thought it best not to mention her experience in getting liquids out of fabric.