Referring to herself in third person suggested that the lass was potentially a bit bonkers, but really, Captain Hook was one to talk - he found a little smattering of crazy to be endearing in the ladies, and weren't they all - humans in general, that is - somewhat off their rockers anyway? He'd certainly argue that point.
"I admire your fortitude," he noted, and carefully wrapped the paper around the needlepoint again, just to cover it from the elements and set it beside him so he'd remember to take it with him when he packed up and went back home. Home. Such a strange concept - more like temporary home before he went from one hell to the next, since what he was in for in Neverland and beyond certainly wasn't going to be a jaunt through the flower fields.
Then, he uncapped one of the bottles of pirate grog - more like used his hook as an opener, and passed the concoction to her. "Go on and try it, a nip or two won't hurt. So how exactly do you plan to turn Marrowood on its head?" Her enthusiasm lit up the surroundings like a Roman candle, he'd hate to see it diminish after awhile here - or potentially dying, which he certainly wouldn't recommend.