Missy lowered it from her shoulder, taking a closer look at the top of the umbrella. "You built me a screwdriver in an umbrella..." She frowned slightly, feeling more than a little confused at the gesture. "You... you'd trust me with something like this? But... I don't understand. Why?"
She continued to quietly gaze at her present, blinking her eyes as she felt them tearing up at his gesture. "I don't understand," she repeated. "Your Companions are going to throw a fit when they find out about this."