He’s confused first off, what is this girl doing & why was she coming after him. His head cocks towards her, attempting to discern the music she’s apparently singing at him — it’s unfamiliar & he just … sort of stares in her direction.
❛ Are you talking to me or — ❜
It’s incredibly likely she’s talking to someone near him except he knows the air density hasn’t changed & he’s very nearly alone here.
She’s a little disappointed. Because, c’mon, who DOESN’T listen to TLC?! Pff. No one. Right?
Except this guy, apparently. But that won’t stop the great Squirrel Girl from trying.
❛ Don’t know that one, huh? Hm.. ❜
Only a second or two of thought before she piped up again, bright-eyed && bushy-tailed.
❛ OH !! Everyone knows THIS song. Probably.❜
Hopefully.
❛ This oughta put a smile on that face. Ahem--- When the pimp’s in the crib ma, drop it like it’s hooot, drop it like it’s hooot, drop it like it’s hooot When the pigs try t’git it-- NOW YOU! ❜
