She hears Aoife and her dog, and she sits up, rubbing a hand over her face. She tries to avoid getting sand in her eyes, and fails. Of course. It seems like a perfect metaphor for how her life is going, lately. And here, after managing to converse with Aoife peacefully for once, she gets to ruin that moment of truce, too. By being herself.

"Thor, right?" She says, turning and picking herself up out of the sand. "He's a cutie."

She manages to avoid telling the truth, for a moment, anyway.