[If she weren't used to listening for footsteps and hiding as a youngling, she may not have noticed. Yet she has, and she just barely makes out the sound over her own and pauses briefly. It's a familiar kind of footfall and she turns her head just in time for the boop. A derisive snort escapes.]

Were that the case, then one would start wondering why you were thinking of me so. [A short laugh follows. Just another day in the life, t'would seem.] As if you would not dream up another of our friends, aye?

[It's a clear tease. She's allowed one after all the blasted adventures a certain SOMEONE kept pulling her along on. She spares a faint grin as she lightly bops her comrade's shoulder.] 'Tis good to see a familiar face.