She blinks - eyes wide and cheeks dusted pink - flexes her fingers and turns her wrist, peering at the pale skin in some sort of surprise, almost out of her depth for a moment.

It has been quite some time since she has been all by herself. Even the slightest bit.

A quiet sigh, shoulders straightening, chin tilted grandly and once again self-possessed.

"Very well then," she murmurs, eyes a clear and bright blue when they meet his. "Downstairs."