Pandora mutters to herself, flipping over another cushion confusedly. She continues walking, looking perplexed, there's a rare furrow between her brow, Pandora's nose is scrunched up in thought. Strolling a bit further she repeats the process--overturning an object and sighing.

Her gaze locks onto empty space in the air and nods, seemingly, to herself. Pandora's attention turns towards you, the bright bubbly grin painting her lips is like a brilliant blinding light in contrast to her confusion.