[ If he wanted a way to get her attention, he's found it. Suddenly disappearing has her shriek and freak out, just a little. That second lasted an eternity when she's constantly harboring the fear that he'll disappear at any moment.

...Oh. He's back. And she's immediately primed to shout at him. ]

Don't talk to me about clothes or the dumb cut! Don't do that again! At least tell me if you're going to! [ She pulls at her hair, tangling it further. ] Use your words with that and picking me up, you big dummy!

[ Okay. Freakout over! She huffs, puffs, and slides his jacket on once she's standing. Another day, another moment of having to wear his clothes because another dress of hers is ruined. They really need to start putting her clothes away before they do anything... ]

Whatever. I've got some gauze in my room somewhere. Mm...probably. [ She carefully packs things into the basket, namely their flowers, because the basket's now hers, even if it wasn't meant to be. The blanket can stay, since it's seen some shit and deserves to be put out of its misery. ] If not, I'll get some sent up.

[ After getting her shoes back on, which takes a few since one shoe disappeared into the flowers, she picks up the basket and flips her wild hair. Really adding to the "just walked through a tornado" aesthetic she's got going on. ]

Oh, and...thanks. Let's go.

[ And off she goes! Be a good boy and keep up! ]