Let's say that is the case here. He asks if he can call me sometime. I look away. I don't know. You look great now.
Acquaintance is of course totally stunned and tries to apologize.
Maybe I tremble a little, because I'm still weak. Or I nervously reach up to fix my hair, because suddenly I have a wig on. There's a wig sometimes, or one of those, you know, stocking caps that are all cute. With great weariness in my voice I tell Acquaintance about my harrowing battle with Type 3 Pseudokemia, and how it caused me to nearly wither away. But I'm fine now.