As she types a quick reply to L and sends it, Goldy wrinkles her nose distastefully.

"Ugh. No."

She wasn't really listening, but K's tone implied that the end products wouldn't be desirable. She sets the phone back on the counter and imbibes a little more of her drink.

"Seriously though, any ideas on how we can get her out of the marriage without causing a diplomatic incident? Most of my ideas end in intergalactic war, or at the very least, 'beef jerky' embargos."

Her finger-quotes might raise questions from the average man. Not from K though.