"Oh, yes, I see." Look, 'spray' isn't a common word in her time. It's pretty much only used for fountains because they don't have garden hoses or spray bottles.

"I am, yes." Her gaze lifts to look at the man again, and what she at first mistook for part of a hat, she now sees are actually his ears. Her eyes widen in surprise, and her lips part to say something about their shape before she thinks better of it and closes her mouth once more. It would be utterly rude to speak of his ears in such a way, despite how curious she is as to how they got that way.

"I suppose I will have to add this to the ever-growing list of new things I am being exposed to here." Again she lifts the bottle and this time holds out a wrist to spray. She wrinkles her nose as her shot lands mostly on her sleeve. Her aim isn't very good, but to be fair, she's not used to the act of spraying.