Slowly, Opal turned to face Steve. Her eyes were just as wide as before. "I'm not doing anything wrong," she huffed and adds, "I'm just looking!"
The question was left ignored for now. The answer, to her, seemed obvious enough - in its most literal sense. She was alone but now she was not. Opal was never alone because she had Ronan and Adam. She wasn't with them at the moment and so she saw that as being alone.
"Who're you? My name is Opal. And these are my fireflies!" She held them out just then, up in the air so he could see. Little balls of light buzzing excitedly around the jar. "I'm their leader. They listen to me. Wanna see?"