"I look like a deer! A male deer! Or a moose!" she said, still staring at her reflection in a panic. She'd never seen a picture of a moose, but she had a feeling her horns were going to be that big. "And antelope, maybe!"
Roger's words finally registered and she looked over at him, nearly taking out an eye as she whipped around, her pointy right handed horn sliding past his nose. She squeaked. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
And they were growing so damn quickly, too! She turned to glare at the vendor (and nearly smacked poor Roger on the side of the head), who was quickly packing his wares. "Yes, you better run, you little cretin!"