She smiled at him. He was being very kind to her and here she was being shy and unfriendly. "I'm sorry. I am unused to being around anyone but family. Are... are you new here?" She was trying to make proper conversation, but she had a hard time thinking of things to ask. She thought, as the rule applied to herself, that if he wanted to tell her something he would.
She turned around when he shrank and flew around her head, coming to a stop when he did and squinting at him. "You are much harder to see this small." She commented mildly, though a smile was on her lips. He changed back to the size she was more comfortable with (being small meant she had the capacity to hurt him by accidentally stepping on him or flicking him) and asked about sculpting her.
"Me?" She squeaked it out, clearly surprised anyone would want to make her into a work of art. "Otherworldly?" She cleared her throat. "Don't we all?" She smiled slyly and clasped her hands in front of her. "What sort of painting?"