[There is an Alex Russo in your dressing room, sitting on a red couch, unamused about the whole situation. Of course, she's also eating some potato chips. But she also seems quite bored.]

If Justin blames me, it's obviously not my fault this time. [And as she says that, another chip goes into her mouth, munch, munch, munch.]

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Really?

She was not amused. This was cutting into precious couch potato-ing! Not to mention the whole, yeah, strange place and all aspect.