The color is not makeup, so that means... Ornella clams up briefly with the alternative explanation eliminated, her lips pressing into a thin line and her jaw shutting tight in a muted squeak. Wrestling in her head about what to do or say, she instead blurts it out with a nervous shrug of her shoulders, voice hushed so only he can hear her, “...youchangedcolor.”
Like the stunned silence of Mike Wazowski