Hey, you know, I... [The flower slips from her hair, caught in the slight breeze even though she doesn't really notice. And her eyes open slowly again, maybe blinking a little, confused at first but then seeking out Neal's.]
[... And despite herself, she makes the tiniest frown, but she didn't forget what she was going to let slip either. For a moment, she has a conflicting sense of self awareness, that consciousness that's been holding her back taking hold once more.]