I've never gotten the pw tendency to try to gather up the vomit and drool that's just been plunged out of their throats. Your face is covered in it, is keeping it out of your bellybutton really going to preserve your dignity? At the same time, at a moment that has to rival the time she found out santa claus didn't exist for rude awakenings, she still has enough sticktoitiveness to comply when the creepy director tells her to look at the camera.