"Hasi?" That actually warrants her full attention, momentarily, as opposed to the vague way she's been not quite poking back. She's still not quite sure what to do with him in this mood - this 'taking care of things' and this 'fetching sandwiches', and she's not sure if she should ask him if it really is as odd as it seems in case drawing attention to it makes it stop.

She feels so awkward, now, which is almost funny (in a different way to 'my scary vampire boyfriend just bought me a sandwich', which she's mildly concerned is going to tip her over into inappropriate hysteria if she starts laughing, also not helpful) when that's not infrequently how thinking about Hasi makes her feel. Coltish and unready all over again.

"She does," after a moment, with remnants of that pride she tends to have when she talks about her. There's something lovely about being around her.