"Ah, I see. A little showering, hmm? I can bat my eyes and fawn a little, if that's more agreeable?" It's a silly thing to be saying but hopefully the general air of it is more fitting. Amiable as her default manner is, there's a persistent seriousness to her. By and large playfulness hasn't been appreciated and while she attempts to fit with the company she's with, her joking around isn't as smoothly executed as other social functions.

She wasn't made to be an empty-headed dolt making ridiculous remarks. An asinine harpy who mistakes herself as cute.

"Alright. If you're sure you don't mind. I am perfectly fine, though. Really." Or she will be shortly. Those system warnings continue to prod at her in the background. Her functioning isn't impaired enough for them to be anything other than an annoyance.

Falling back in step with him, she heads into the temple. Sure enough, there's still thirium amongst the supplies. A bottle is grabbed, and the awkward muttering begins. "I'm sorry... Just... Excuse me for a moment...?"

Without wandering too far, Chloe keeps her back to him as she downs the contents of the bottle in a not very lady-like fashion. Right now, time seems more pertinent than manners. She makes sure to wipe her mouth with her back of her hand and then the hand on her clothing. With the blue blood replaced and system stable, she's all smiles when she goes back to Anders.

"Shall we see if there's somewhere vaguely comfortable to sit? And would you like something to eat?" she asks, more content to do the looking after than being the one looked after.