Of course, she moaned internally, hand still kept firmly over that eye. It was beginning to ache pretty bad though and she could only imagine what it must look like. Unfortunately there was no good way of getting around showing it. Eventually she had to lower her hand and when she finally did, after circling around the counter and shooting those binoculars a dirty look with her good eye, it was to peer at herself in a stand up, gilded mirror near where he stood.
"Oh fuu...dge. Eff, I'm going to have a black eye," she groaned, sighed, turned to face him with an sheepish expression splashed across her face. She felt very conscious of her outfit suddenly, too. She was dressed less like a rockabilly witch and more like a proper repair-witch or wizard. Her black slacks were covered in gold and silver paint or ink, her black tanktop the same and over that, an old pair of robes were hanging loosely on her skinny frame. When she walked she jangled for there were gears and cogs in her pockets and hanging off her hip all cock eyed was a tool belt with her wand and a few magically enhanced muggle tools.
"I don't usually... okay, if I get excited or agitated I curse like a sailor, and it's bloody hard to control in such moments, surely you understand."