She blinks, blue eyes narrowing slightly. She doesn't roll her eyes, though the urge to do so was strong.

"Of course I am," she raised her brows, looking into his eyes.

She's wearing a very short and tight tank top under all those lights.

Her eyes widen at his touch. She feels the air hit her shoulders now that they were free of tangled hair and lights.

"Better yes. My scalp doesnt hurt as much anymore."

She gives him a smile.

She has so many questions.

And wants none of them answered.

That would be the best way to go. She already got her hair tangled up around the back of her shoulders.

She tries to stand very, very still.

Oh? Can he? Well, she's tried everything she can think of, so he might as well help.

(Thank you. Things are still up in the air health wise, time wise, life wise. But I hope to be around a bit more.)

*stares back, tries not to blink*

As does she! They should go out and do something.

Let's just say she isn't from around Midgard. No, wait. Here. She isn't from around here. Yes, that's it

She gives him a smile.

"Hello, may I ...?"