[She stops, though initially it's from a halting moment of being told to do something and asked a question at the same time. Slow moving gears. But then her hands ever so slowly droop back to her sides after she drags the skull mask in front of her. She reclines on her haunches and fiddles with the metal jutting out of her mask.
And also as requested, she blearily stares at him. Squinting as if expecting another slap.]
It's my mask. All magic users wear them. Mine's extra cool! [She pulls it on again.]