She is well familiar with the look that comes of peering over the rim of glasses. Somehow shading the lenses of the glass makes it more and less. More aloof, less disparaging. That Martel is so cheerful upon his response does not help and even her weary, exasperated composure cracks. Faintly. The tossing of is hair is what does it- so overblown and faintly ridiculous that she might, might be smirking.

Slightly.

Just a touch.

"You may very well start a new trend, the two of you, gallivanting about with such...unique eyewear." The stress upon the word edges around the unspoken 'horrid' but only just.