Jubilee stared at the foot. Then she lifted her legs to looked at her own feet, currently clad in a pair of old and battered Converse trainers. "My feet don't look that retarded," she wrinkled her nose. "It's true, you're such a failure at feet."
She had been taking the opportunity of silence and non-objections from Shiro to do a little channel surfing of her own, but became distracted by the drawing. The TV was stuck on some lame, but fairly graphic medical show as she started scrawling.
It was mean, she knew it. But it couldn't be helped. To emphasis her point, she quickly reached for Shiro's sunglasses, trying to catch him off-guard while he was distracted by her replying doodle.