Retrieving the box from his hands, she's gentle as she wipes away the dust, setting that one aside with all the care one would handle a jewel box.

"How do we get me planted in the earth, then? I'm clearly not going to fit back in a pot anymore, unless it's quite big."

The box she lifts up is the size of a filing drawer, dark, labeled Barrier, and she steps out into the space to look for the right shelf to put it on. This one's got to stay in her eyeline, since it's a project in progress, but not in a place to trip on.