"Oh, I shan't be wandering off." She assures Chill with a smile of her own, settling the hat firmly - she's entirely too aware of her tendency to burn.

And her desire to not wander off is enforced by the idea that somewhere out there is a telepathic monkey with no manners.

Carefully she clambers up into one of the trucks, watching and mimicking the actions of those around her to not be too out of place and useless.