[She is. Covered in gashes. That's fine. Maybe the weird ribbon snake can't see it if it has no eyes.

Still, her mouth tightens, looking at the odd trash can man with obvious concern.]

Um... um, you're welcome, but...

Hey, you're sure you're okay? Did you lose something? Isn't that a bad way to clean a garbage can?

[Maybe he was the trash can? Poor fellow. At least he seemed happy.

Her eyes flick to the moving piece of linen. That... hadn't been a dream, had it?

She gives a wave.]