[She flopped onto a rock once she pointed towards his hat, keeping her eyes trained on it so he could see and get the old floppy thing. She really was curious where he got that ratty old bastard. It fit him nicely.]

I think... most of them should be glad I'm getting the attention. It's keeping me out of trouble, mostly. Just have to be careful. Bound to get jealous at some point.

[A frown.]

They're right to worry about you. Spirits like you are rare. Like hen's teeth even in my world.

...

I worry about you a little.