It's relaxing, that gentle scuffing at her ankle. Unsurprisingly so, she realizes: Amélie had a reputation for how gracefully she could slip through any kind of contact— hostile or otherwise. Something natural to her now, but the question of whether or not that was always the case...

She wishes she could ask Jack without tipping her hand.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

Said as she finishes tying off the end with the quick snap of a hairband falling into place, smoothing the tail down with her fingers.

There.