Pocket. There's Pocket. After a long night dashing in and out of memories, they'd finally found who she's been looking for the whole time. The adults here make sense. She doesn't much question it. They love the bugs, Tink, Pocket, just as much as she does. Audrey has the security of her new inkwell sword in her pocket. But it's the pendant in her hair she touches now, allowing lichen to creep over her fingers. For strength. She wanders around, probably in the direct opposite direction Tony's pointing, she's distracted. "...The flower? No." She muses, trying to guess at linchpins aloud. "A wand...his sunglasses."

She pauses, there, because it seems extremely disrespectful to go pluck some raybans from a dead boy's hair.