"Fffeh! Meh... Ugh." Peridot's expression goes through a series of comically quick changes as she thinks of a witty retort and then forgets it in the literal exact same instant. Exhaustion is hitting her like a load of bricks; she spaces out for about seven solid seconds, brow creased in concentration as she tries to recall what the heck she was going to say.

...It's a lost cause. "Graahhh. Fine. I forget what we were talking about anyway," she snips, like she's getting the last word in, even though she continues to grumble herself as she wobbles to her feet. "This is the worst. Stupid soul damage. Clodding cruddy fairies."