She notices - she can't help but notice, she's far too close for anything else. She's getting rather irritated with her heart's tendency to plug up her ability to speak and render her all kinds of useless.

It's bad enough that she's still shaking in an entirely undignified manner.

"You would have liked me better when I was little," she manages, once the surprised fluttering settles down. "I would have been much more prone to following you everywhere - and probably less to tossing things at you."