"I love deadlines!" Ladybug shouts to Chat Noir across the current field of combat; they are making approximately zero effort at stealth with this akuma and she is furious and her physics grade is about to go to hell. "I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by!"

"Wish I could write my physics paper on us and this," Chat Noir calls back, "but Mme. Mendeleiev would ask me to cite my sources and—" (she sees his eyes go wide, in mirror of what he must see on her face) "—that might pose a problem!"