[ Hey it's no less weird then putting your face over your face. ]

Of course, how else would you see others reactions to your artistic work?

[ She leans down then, collecting the basket she brought Noddle in and tucking in the blanket, clear that she's getting ready to go. She needs to stash it away before checking in on Jack. ]

Then she thinks better of it and holds it out to Tim instead.

He'll need somewhere to rest, right?