[Abort mission. Dora stares back at her like a deer in headlights, shocked and frozen when she should just run away. That would be a good enough solution to all of this. Perhaps if this continues to be just as awkward as it is right now.
She'd just have to will her legs to move.]
I... I'm sorry, I must have mistaken you for... [Her mother. Which she is, to be perfectly fair. There was no mistake on Dora's part- she was certain of it. Her hair began to slowly change, the brown getting a light pink hue as though the flustered blush she was keeping from her cheeks chose to appear in her hair instead.]
no subject
She'd just have to will her legs to move.]
I... I'm sorry, I must have mistaken you for... [Her mother. Which she is, to be perfectly fair. There was no mistake on Dora's part- she was certain of it. Her hair began to slowly change, the brown getting a light pink hue as though the flustered blush she was keeping from her cheeks chose to appear in her hair instead.]
Well... my mum.