Regardless of what Jupiter intended, Trudy takes her hand, using it as balance as she navigates (and does step on Claudia's head). "Hmm. I mean, I guess? But you won't be able to see with them on." She doesn't hand them over now anyway, too busy wobbling precariously. Finally, she sits down heavily on one of the balls, holding on to another one to make sure she doesn't topple over. "What looks important? Let's jut touch it and go."