[ Grumbles and hides her face in her knees. And bonks her head with her own fists a few times.

Eventually she'll look up at him again and just ... like ... reach out to whatever part of him is closest as if to confirm he's real. Which will obviously be the case when she mutters: ]

Not that that proves anything.

[ ... ]

Don't you have better things to be doing? Like stalking the robots, or whatever it was you losers were up to. I wasn't really paying that much attention. [ She's just kind of assuming that was the reason. ]