*makes some cursory motions toward straightening up, folding the blanket she was snuggled under a minute ago, tossing a spare throw pillow from the sofa to the armchair, clearing a space for you to sit*
*doesn't sit down herself, however*
*looks around too, though your innocuous statement-and-follow-up-question are doing nothing to allay her bewilderment* I. Ah. I almost chopped off most of my hair and dyed it? *nods toward an end table* That lamp is new. There aren't any flowers because I chopped off the heads again. And I moved the bookshelf a bit? Well. Eric from downstairs did.