She's too confused by the bundle thrust into her hands to think about giving chase. By the time she opens it up and finds both the gift and the note inside, that kid is long gone. She stares down at the note a while, lip slightly curled, vaguely entertaining the idea of throwing the glasses down and crushing them beneath her boot. But hey, when has she ever been given gifts before? The gift-giver might be a lanky, manipulative skank but...it's kind of thoughtful? Suspicious, but thoughtful.
After a moment, she crumples the note and discards it on the ground. She slides the sunglasses onto her face though, decides that Ianthe seeing her wearing them will count as thanks enough.
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After a moment, she crumples the note and discards it on the ground. She slides the sunglasses onto her face though, decides that Ianthe seeing her wearing them will count as thanks enough.