[ he did it for your own good, missy. if it charged, definitely not a cute singing anymore, just a gurgling pancake. ]

...How did you even find out singing at it—

[ wait, why is he asking her that? it's not like he's planning on singing to it when he finds it. gilbert shakes his head, he gives a small tug to her arm now, aiming to sort of guide her along past him as he steps forward by her and let's her go. ]

—Nevermind, I can't—I mean I'm not going to—sing, anyway. You should probably get back to your friends so they can stop being so upset. [ and he...needs to go find this dumb thing, but at least there's some blood to follow now, which is exactly what he starts doing. ]