(Much like this entire encounter, she's not going to worry. He's given her no reason to, so all she does right now is let him take care of it, knowing he does everything in his power to ensure her comfort. It's awfully nice, and she squeezes his arm a little bit with a /thanks/ echoed into his brain.

Feet touching the ground, her arms stretch overhead before she gives in to the still pleasant breeze, removing the cardigan and tying it around her waist before her knuckles rest on her hips. She has no idea where to go, considering the population is bots, so she's scanning, scanning, scanning—

Dreams, mostly, and she doesn't know the ways of the land yet. Well, walking aimlessly it is.)

You sure you don't want to sleep? You don't have to come if you do, I'm a big girl and I turn into diamond, I'll be fine.