[She just stares for several moments longer, blinking, rooted to the spot not by fear or panic but simple astonishment. Who knows what gets her neurons in her brain firing off again; maybe it's just the rhythm of conversation, social reflex kicking in. Lys shakes her head, paps her own cheek, and sucks in a quick breath.]

....Ah, thank you! [Her mother taught her not to stare, but maybe she'll forgive her youngest daughter just this once.] That's really nice of you to say. I'm, uh, honestly just glad nothing went wrong.

[She makes herself glance at the small length of copper chain, picking it up to toy with it.]

Are you....do you know what you've been having trouble with?

[Better to lead with that, she thinks, than "what the hell are you???"]