It's not very polite to tell an old woman that she's going blind.

[This bit of humor delivered with wide doe-eyes and batting eyelashes too close to his face to really be seen as Fitcher takes the pipe from between her teeth.

On a younger woman or delivered with either a shade more sincerity or petulance, the whole performance might grate. Here, she punctuates it with an eyebrow waggle and the production of a cap for the pipe's bowl. Demuring not to nudge the oil slick of a dog away with the toe of her boot, Fitcher instead turns her face at an angle which could easily invite further bristly somethings.]

I'll expect something for severance if you're firing me.