A springy form popped up hands waving off her best friend's concern frantically. "No, no, no...." All thought of her cover story fled as smooth forearms jutted out as evidence. "See.. no permanent marks." Anxious words fell from her lips leaving them hanging open, stunned at her own slip. "So, uh, Blondie, huh?" A nervous hand ruffled the short hairs at the back of her skull as she tried to change the subject. "How's she?" Her crooked smile did not cover her segue as well as the bard had hoped. "Same ol' Amanda. Spreading the hard truth." The phrase was accompanied by the emphatic rise of a curled fist.