"It happens when you're further away from things. Or look at things from a different perspective." Was that a height joke? That might have been a height joke. Her face has slanted to the familiar half-smile, at least. "Part of my job, anyway. Noticing things. I'd be a poor scout if I didn't."

She sips the drink, and chuckles underneath it, long and drawn out. Ah, mayhem. "Nah. Still plenty left for you. Think you can handle 'em?"