[This... Doesn't look so good. Paprika crosses her arms over her chest and shakes her damp bangs out of her eyes, appraising the battle with a look of clueless (albeit sincere) concern.]

My money's still on N.

[She's still talking to the Claydol, whose response goes right over her head.]

Well, I mean, I kinda have to be rooting for him, y'know? Since your guy's, like, a total douchebag.