[Raising an arm to shield her eyes from the ray of sunlight conveniently shining right in her face, Paprika squints out at the battle, having no clue whatsoever as to what anything Miror B just said might mean.]

Wait, what was all the rain even about in the first place? Was that just, like, some freak weather?

[If Claydols were capable of sighing, Paprika's poor guard might well be doing so.]