[...well she didn't expect him to be right there.]

Of course you didn't. [She lowers her weapon and sighs along with him. She wondered what he was reaching for, and feels creeped out that something was crawling on her EW!]

The oxygen? [Sorry, Marco, but Grell doesn't breathe, and she thinks she's lucky she doesn't. But when he takes another deep breath, she tries to feel the difference in the air. Yes, she can definitely feel a huge difference in the moisture content.]

This is going to ruin my hair even more. [She hurries to get the debris out with the birdie. Good birdie!]

I should have a brush with me in my bag-- [Oh. Right. She had a bag. Instinctively, Grell looks up into the tree she fell from.] Perfect..

[Luckily, she didn't get that new bag yet.]