She could be just as sullen as any other girl with a seven year gap in her memory who grew up in an underwater distopia, thank you. She stared at him for a few seconds, trying to decide a proper choice here. She had work to do. But she knew well enough that she wouldn't win an argument with him.

"I need to get my coat," she said, and disappeared. A moment later she returned, with the jacket he had enchanted months ago, tugging it on. Apparently the window gave her no particular pause, since she was already climbing out of it.