[ Oh gosh. He's been feeling all of this and until this point the greatest she's done for him is chastise. Whether it's meant as venting or in search of advice, Rapunzel listens to the rant and nods and falls mostly silent. Garbage sack in-fucking-deed. ]

I hear that voice. [ Is that a glance at definitely-not-his leg? No way! It's not like he was just touching it after all. ] Only - actually? I think mine goes a little like, "Hey, Rapunzel, this is your conscience here. Just stopping by to let you know that, uh, nobody appreciates the tough girl front! That's all, thanks!" -- And that's, like, thanks from the universe for not acting like I'm about to turn eighteen.

...But for what it's worth, I can hardly smell you at all when everything else smells so terrible. Which it definitely does, I won't lie.