Annabelle will firmly deny cackling in glee at the look on their faces.

"Come on now, gentlemen," she says with a wink. "You don't want to catch flies now, do you?" She's basking in the admiration, of course. (Once a performer, always a performer.)

She frowns at the retreating plane. "Well, looks like that one's got more braincells to rub together. Pity."