Standing up catches up with her. A few seconds late, the way it does. A flood of warmth and a suddenly skitter, just enough, to the room all around her. Making it momentarily fluid at all of the edges, but they come back to where they should be. Even with a life spent persistently adjusting her tolerance level further and further back, it's not like being her size and having had as much as she had wouldn't have some effect.

"You did bring it." He gets a smirk, as she slides her chair back in, and heads across the floor for the door.