It's lucky the rocks did enough to help. There's not much more she really can do in a fight besides break a few lights, and that gets messy fast - besides, she's trying to cut back on those. Mostly. It's a habit she has to stop, because that gets way too addictive and there's probably a metaphor about that somewhere.

And then time stalls, because Aradia can't tell if the monotone 'thanks' means The Dude realized she was there or not. It's always such a headache trying to figure out who can do what, honestly, so it's faster to bite the bullet and edge into view. If he can see her, it'll become pretty clear soon.

If he can't, then she's going to feel like an idiot. Even chance of both, really.

"You're welcome! I figured evening the odds a little wouldn't hurt," and her voice wavers for a moment, her worry over being seen or not impacting her manifesting but-- no, concentrate. Maybe if she's lucky she can focus hard enough to be seen regardless. Or he'll walk off during the one-sided silence, if she fails. "Since they looked like they were cheating. Being twice your size and all."

Then she winces, because way to go Megido, already insulting someone two steps into a conversation. "I mean. I might need a rain-check on the fist bump. Not so good with anything involving hands these days."