Hey Charon, Chelsie, have you seen my h- [Tiredly walking into a room to ask someone a question]

Nah, I'll pass. It's just not my thing. 'Sides, I don't really plan to grow my nails out, either. It gets in the way whenever I try to use the keyboard. [Kind of hesitant at first, before getting slightly less hesitant while explaining why she doesn't want her nails painted]

Hey, Chelsie. Don't forget why we're here. [Assertive. Kind of with a rising tone as the words stretch out slightly more as the line goes on longer]