[Though clearly skeptical, it's assurance enough she can shoulder her backpack. Not serious enough to fully abandon the task at hand. Spares him a lot of fussing, but not all. She's deflective enough to recognize a dodge.]

You look fine enough in it, more worried about-- [vague miming at her side] --y'know, likelihood of you dropping anytime soon. It can still happen, still worth avoiding. I'm...fine. Small chance I'm hallucinating you zipping around like that, but I don't think I am. Right?