Still feeling somewhat self-concious, she attempted to set aside the thought. What he said had made sense, dresses were never all that good for excessive movements. With a nod of determination, she set her thoughts more on her talk with the man named marl. It was probably in reality just a small, meaningless question..especially since he was leaving and she was unsure when she would see him again...but it felt important to her that she ask it. And, as someone who has no real memories of her past 300 years..she had long decided it was best to go with what she felt like doing. To lead with her heart instead of her head. because honestly- it seemed like her heart was the only thing in her that knew what was going on.

"Yes. I am ready...for whatever it is that we shall be doing." she said, walking towards him and the door. "and I do want to stop by Marl's room."