[She does notice the pause, and stops a step or two further away than she'd originally intended to give Arcee a chance to gather herself, and then she smiles back, the quality of it changing from just amusement to amused agreement.]

And you're doing a rather stunning job of it... Arcee, isn't it? [Elita pauses, flicking another glance over her, then twitching her helm and wing-mounted panels in a cojoined helmshake-shrug, setting the crystals bouncing and lights madly flickering.]

It's odd. [Her tone implies that she doesn't find it odd as much as exasperating.] I've had several individuals call me Arcee before they know my name, which either means the Arcee they know look similar to me... or is pink.

[Meaningful nod to Arcee, Elita's smile going rather dry.]

And when one appears, she's definitely not pink.