"Hold on. You've got something on your--there." The tip of his tie isn't much of a napkin, but it's all he has to mop at the smudge on her glasses. "No wait, I think I made it worse, actually." Worse as in now there's a streak of generator grease griming up her left frame. "I mean--everything is under control." Is what he would say with a little more confidence if the Kleenex he pulled out of his pocket protector wasn't splotched with blood from his last nose bleed. "OK, now it's a disaster."
She’s not as reliant on the strength of her glasses to show her way through the fog in comparison to Dwight which is why she’s almost completely forgotten the smudge marking up the lens of her glasses. She lets him fiddle with the print, cracking a smile and quietly laughing as it doesn’t turn out exactly as planned with a grease stain now accompanying the previous stain. ‘It’s okay i’ll just use my shirt.’ As she pulls the blue frames away from her face to clean them off, it’s going to be difficult to get off a grease stain with just the cotton fabric she wore but she’d make due with it.
‘Disaster averted.’ She jokes as she slides her glasses back onto her face, not that she considered it one to begin with.