[Who knows what she was thinking, but apparently now, she's thinking blue. She's thinking so hard about blue that her eyes dimly turn blue, though it's a little hard to tell as the glass bulbs mostly reflect the flames in front of her.
They're still orange-red.]
Four-hundred fifty nanometers! ... Five hundred twelve!
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[Who knows what she was thinking, but apparently now, she's thinking blue. She's thinking so hard about blue that her eyes dimly turn blue, though it's a little hard to tell as the glass bulbs mostly reflect the flames in front of her.
They're still orange-red.]
Four-hundred fifty nanometers! ... Five hundred twelve!
[Nope.]