She levels a sure sort of raised eyebrow look at him, partly out of dubiousness and partly because she's pretty sure getting pulled out of space and time to, miraculously, the same pocket universe, figuring out your shit, and getting engaged in the middle of attacking mermen deserves some noise complaints.

"That's good," she says, and smiles genuinely. It tugs somewhere just north of her stomach, but a very young, petulant version of her reminds her she was supposed to never fall in love anyway. "This place, it can--" she starts, faltering a little, but he forges on and she pauses.

"Did you just pre-invite me to be your guys' grooms...maid? Is that what that was?" She beams, surprised and delighted away from more wistful thoughts. "You know, I have not often been the one in the suit, and I think that is well past due to change."