Natsu was rather bemused that the girl's reaction was to actively get up and bolt out of her hiding place like a frantic rabbit attempting to escape from a hunting hawk. She didn't look that scary, did she? Tsking in dissatisfaction, the pinkette turned about to join the large group and then stopped as she realized something was dropped. It was the little girl's sketchpad and it had dropped when the girl fled. It was also open too, meaning there was no way for the athlete to not see what was inside. 

"..." The tomboy stared in morbid fascination at the inner workings of the collection, her face slowly gaining a bright coloration that was approaching her hair color even as her hands began to twitch. [i]"My god, she's just like my mom..."[/i] Taking a deep breath and punching the tree that had sheltered the girl a few times to dislodge her mind from the gutter. Leaving said arboreal plant with a small indent in its bark, Natsu clenched her stinging hand and grabbed the materials with her undamaged one. 

Like a shot, she was off. Her sprinting frame ate up the distance between her and Nadeshiko and in just under ten seconds found the girl again. "You dropped this." The girl said, trying to school her features. Unfortunately, there was no masking the blush on her face, even if she had an otherwise perfect poker face.