It's fine, really. Don't worry about it--

[said even as Malcolm's reaching to take one of the absorbant cloths from her. She doesn't notice the movements of their reflection, movement close but not at all a perfect match for reality, busy giving Malcolm a knowing and slightly disgruntled look for his efforts - she's perfectly capable of cleaning this herself, you know]

It's not like it got on the floor. Though I guess I should be grateful for a lack of white carpet.