Being so short gave her more energy. It's just science, Cullen. She certainly hadn't seemed to slow down after being removed from the arena, though she did give Cullen time to process and comment on her rain of words. She nodded at his in response, taking more chips once he'd had some. Her eyes turned to overlook the city, lip curling as if viewing something particularly foul. What a shithole.

"That's good. I'm glad you guys found each other. Dorian and Maxwell did, too. Everything's piecing together, huh? We should all go on a massive date or--Oh! Alistair! He's here, Cullen." She nearly dropped her bag, eyes gleaming with excitement to unfurl this new. "My Alistair. The Warden. He knows me, he's--He's mine." It felt odd, overly possessive, but...Cullen would surely understand. Hers, as opposed to all the other worlds, with all the others who bore his face. The one who knew hers, and loved her.

"It's kind of--Well." She flicked her eyes around, not wanting to say to much with the eyeballs watching. Or whatever Shepard had called them. "We'll make it work. Just a heads up, though, when you see him. Don't wonder why he's not all kingly, just a dork with a dumb cute smile." Her words were kinder, softer than she'd used for anyone else. What a dumb loser. Her dumb loser.