She was the one who told him to get his things together, but somehow it often seemed like she was the one who took more time than needed to get truly ready. As such, she was just finishing getting herself in one piece when he addressed her. Poking her head out first, the rest of her followed shortly after and she drew her hands over her garb, tugging at it gently to make sure it sat on her properly.

"Why are you trying to get out of this," she asked him in a way that sounded less like a question and more like suspicious gentle accusation. "If you don't want to spend time with me, that's all you have to say, Gale."

Although the thought of him benchpressing her was alarmingly amusing. Folding her hands together, her smile was somewhat light and subdued, but seemingly genuine. "I just thought you might want some fresh air and a chance to do something other than... I don't know. Fighting for survival. Talking about tadpoles."