[Part of her registers his flying ability, but that observation is quickly shoved to the back of her mind to be acknowledged after the crisis has passed. Instead, she's just feeling profoundly disappointed by his blundering.]

Seriously? I thought you knew what you were doing! [Her mouth snaps shut when the monster machine finally powers down, and she crosses her arms over her chest sulkily.] Um, enough to get my clothes clean, obviously.

[Which is basically Pacifica-speak for "I have no idea". She surveys the mess dubiously, as if finally realizing just how much foam the detergent has managed to create.] How are we going to get rid of all these bubbles?