[ It doesn't sound like a compliment, is what Adora thinks, but she's struck by something in Ian's myriad reactions. ]

Wait, was I not supposed to eat that? [ ... ] Oh no.

[ She sticks her tongue out and starts furiously swatting at it; any concern about causing offense abandoned, replaced by concern that she's taken some kind of poison. ]

Pffft, pleh, bleh. [ A nervous pause. ] Do I need to go to the infirmary? I should probably go to the infirmary. [ Half because she's worried that she's dying, and half because she actually wants to die after making a massive fool of herself in front of a stranger. ]