At her window, Leeloo's expression turned from thoughtful to excited in no time at all. Beaming, she extended her hand, fingers down, toward the great black feathered one.
"Apipoulaï, Bran," she whispered, all her enthusiasm pent within the words. "I have waited for you. Where is Eric?"
She looked past the bird, then, expecting her best friend any moment. She'd discovered when she first arrived that there was a wall at least partway around this island. It would mean crossing water to get to it, but she'd had every intention on doing exactly that and waiting for Eric if he didn't first find her within the day.
As for Peter.... she assumed he already knew where she was. Her confidence was so great, that she didn't even think about worrying when he would find her. He would, and he would do it when it was best.