"I did. You don't pay attention to scale." Her tiny imperiousness temporarily satisfied, she adjusts her grip on the box and starts walking westward; she'd have gone home, probably, if she hadn't run into him. Since she has and she's sufficiently curious to let it draw on, she has no intention of leading him directly to where she lives, and instead has a vague idea of going past the art galleries in Howl Barrow. It's quite a walk, and if they get tired of each other on the way, well, she doesn't lose anything.

"Settled in?"